영재 Novels & Stories

She was always sleepy, though. All the other kids in my grade get to do whatever they want. I heard Tami talking about how she got smokes from her mum’s purse—Damon would have a fit if I ever did that. I don’t think he smokes, though. He’s studying to be a doctor. I think that’s why all the other mums like him. I heard them say something about his money.

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

She looked up from her phone and blinked those green eyes. “A satellite? How do you have access to a satellite?” Papa asked, folding his arms with that stern papa look in his eyes. “Persephone Adelaide Fayte, did you hack the government again?” Crista demanded, all saucy, putting her hands on her hips. Again? Oh boy. What an exciting family my Papa has mated into.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

The trees part in smooth arcs, roots sinking away as a procession steps into Midnight’s territory. They look… ordinary. That’s what terrifies me. Five figures walk forward, humanoid in shape but indistinct at the edges, like reality hasn’t decided what to make of them yet. Their faces shift subtly when I try to focus—male, female, young, old—never settling. Observers. Outcome-eaters. The Crown hums low, not screaming, not fighting—bracing. One of them speaks, voice soft and layered. “Sovereign Liana of Midnight.”