Annie Armin Romane & Geschichten

Nathanial's perspective: I'm holding onto Armina as she sleeps, her body taking random deep breaths as she rests. I can't help but wonder if she's having bad dreams, she feels tense even when she's meant to be peacefully resting. I hate seeing the way her expression keeps changing, like she's stressed even in her sleep.

I snapped back and we were almost at each other's throat till Armin came between us. “It's okay, alright? Let's just get out of the risky perimeters, remember, if we get caught, it's not only my head that would be on a platter!” He said and I ignored both of them, leading my way towards my room. Given the fact that it was top mobsters who occupied that part of the annex, everywhere was silent. “Wow, you guys place is beautiful!” Armin complimented and I rolled eyes. Is he indirectly trying to mock us because only The ballisters fountain is made of gold?

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

Or even more? I had grown so used to the cycle of sandwich-yell-sleep that when I finally heard locks and latches clacking, I was in disbelief. I sat up on my bed and watched as the door opened, then squinted against the full light from the hallway. Armin stood there, dressed in black fatigues and holding a pair of handcuffs. “Alright, let’s go. Stand up and put your hands behind your back.” I stared at him. Until that moment, I thought that I never could have hated another human being as much as I hated Miranda – but Armin was running a very close second.

Carminati made the call to let Jordan know Aaron was waiting. A few minutes later, the office door opened, and Janette greeted him with a smile. “Aaron!” she said, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. He honestly had no idea how old she was, but she appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Still fit and capable of decapitating a Vampire by any means necessary, though she’d always been known for her axe-wielding ability, the Hunter Leader was one of the most kind, considerate people he’d ever worked with.

I head to Arkyn’s office and knock on the door before pushing it open. Arkyn glances up from his desk, eyebrow raised. “What’s going on?” I don’t waste time. “Zane called. He wants to meet.” Arkyn’s eyes darken. “You think it’s a trap?” “I don’t know,” I admit. “But I’m meeting him just inside the border. If anything happens, I’ll handle it.” Arkyn stands, crossing his arms over his chest. “Keep me updated. If this goes south, you let me know immediately. I’m not fucking around with this.”

- I asked, trying to show authority. - Well, well, I'm just passing through. I've been coming here for many years to drink water. I know a secret passage, and the border guards never catch me. I saw you were crying. Don't you want to blurt out with this rogue? I will not judge you. What did I have to lose? - Everyone hates me in the pack, and my uncle can only pick me up within three weeks. - What's your name, little Wolf? - I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson.

How juicy. “Ahmm” the doctor cleared his throat again, “ she suffered a minor hemorrhage but we have taken care of that” “So?” The man looked so uninterested and the doctor didn’t know if he should continue. “Her arm is badly damaged, she may not be able to use it for a while” The sudden outburst made her assistant squeal in fear. Angeline had an ongoing movie where she was acting as the female lead. What would happen now? “But will she be okay?” Malcolm asked again.

Dean: I walked out of my room to find the pack’s doctor at Alina's nursery. I frowned in confusion, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race before I walked inside before catching sight of Arianna who had Ray in her arms. My heart ached, and I watched as she pulled him to her chest, feeding him under the breastfeeding blanket. I looked at my mate who had her attention on my nephew, and I couldn’t help but find myself regretting the way that I treated her earlier.

She halted, her heart racing as she stared wide-eyed at a nightmare made flesh. The creatures standing before her weren't Lycans; no, they stood over seven feet tall, their frames bulging with muscles, mangy dark fur covering almost half their bodies beneath tattered clothes, with sharp fangs glinting in the moonlight. Their red eyes tracked her every movement, as though they were waiting for her to make the wrong move so they could tear her apart. She swallowed the fear threatening to throttle her and gritted her teeth. “My name is Reylin, and I'm here to speak to Councillor West,” she said, her voice echoing in the still freezing air.