Zephyr Haddock Novels & Stories

, Adrija asked and Shakti said, "S is for Spring. Whenever I talked to 'S', i felt good like spring so i saved the number as 'S' but i am telling you this 'S' is a big Typhoon. I got 'S' cell phone in Ansh's wedding. At that time I was unable to meet the owner and later, i personally courier the mobile. Luckily, this 'S' was also from Rajasthan" Adrija's mouth went dry. She remembered how she lost her cellphone in Ansh and Chandni's wedding and how she sent messages from her another number to her phone. She also gave one of her friend's address and few days later, her cellphone was in her hand. Adrija remembered everything very clearly. "Then What is H?", Adrija's heart pumped faster as she

Haley said from behind all of them, wearing tactical boots that were two sizes too big, a stolen Void Kindred combat vest, and carrying a backpack stuffed with energy bars, three water bottles, and inexplicably, a harmonica. "Haley, you're the potential Anchor," Jack said. "You're the most important person in this operation. You should stay—" "If I'm the Anchor, then I need to be at the egg. That's where the cradle is. That's where the calibration happens." Haley crossed her arms with surprising firmness. "Also, last time you left me in the building, an ancient void-entity tried to tune my brain like a radio. I'd rather be where I can see the problem coming."

beneath New Geneva. At the center stood Jax, a man with a "Chiseled" face and "Muscular" arms covered in "Recycled" tech-tattoos. He had been Ethan’s "Secondary Node" seven years ago, before the "Hawke" name became a "Gilded" brand.

Frank growled coolly, "Talk, or I'll let go for real this time!" Hal was now utterly cowed, having technically experienced death once earlier. "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" he quickly said, having lost all his bravado. "It's this group called Zephyr Hall, and they specialize in seeking a type of natural energy. I'm just working for them—if you have a problem, take it up with them!" Frank smirked and made sure that no one was below before letting go.

It was something worse. It was recognition. Far beneath the ship’s mainframe, where diagnostic logs scrolled unseen, a single string of hidden code completed its loop: > SHADE_01: Connection confirmed. Anchor found. Awaiting signal.

Lips, glossy, violet black perfection. When I stepped out, the boys wolf whistled in unison. “Holy hell,” Zephyr muttered. “We’re not going to make it to breakfast, are we?” “Oh, you are,” I teased. “But you're gonna suffer through it.” I twirled, letting the hem of my deep purple hoodie dress flip up just enough to tease. A silver skull sparkled on the chest, matching my combat boots. Fishnets completed the look because, obviously. I don’t do subtle.

But Hades had used those same plants for different purposes once he'd connected to Doll's aura. Whips of seaweed came up over the sides of the ship, grabbing onto the several Hares that had appeared to surround them. The seaweed had one purpose, to grab and pull struggling victims as deep under the water as possible. Several Hares went over the rails before the others caught on to what was happening. It was too late though. Hades wasn't going to give them a chance to retaliate.

Down at the waterline, outboards coughed to life. “Zone 54,” Linda said, adjusting her headset. “Let’s not make a habit of it.” Jake racked the Hummer’s borrowed YK8, felt the old rhythm settle in his bones, and looked once over his shoulder—at Kim, at Jane, at the ragged camp that now counted as safe. “Who dares wins,” Zak said. They took the stairs two at a time toward the quay and the waiting boats, into a harbour that had never seemed so black.

End of Flashback. It was at that moment that I realized that I was raising a Viper within my home. A Viper that I was willing to do everything in my power to end. And I knew what I needed to do. Whatever snake that was inside my home, the only way to get rid of it was to cut off its head. “She’s at the office, sir,” he finally said. “We followed her, just as you had said.” I stopped tapping. “Whose office?” “Damon Lockwood’s.”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s