Armin Arlert Novels & Stories

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”

There are no traces of faults in his gestures and mannerisms while he is speaking. The parents of the female youngling are extremely hostile to him, and Athea can't look at him as if she is the guilty one. Despite the hesitation, she refuses the claim at the end and says she was forced and had no intention of accepting him as her guardian male while hiding in the embrace of her mother. I know she is lying, but there is no supporting evidence or witnesses that the male youngling did not break into the female youngling's room, and all the witnesses claim that Arvad was a stalker and was allegedly caught skipping on taking the rut suppressant.

"My wife?" Gabriel, who had been standing silently in the doorway, gritted his teeth, his frustration and anger simmering beneath the surface. "Yes, Armin," he growled. "Your wife. Alysha Jarl." Armin felt the world tilt around him, his mind unable to process what he was hearing. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked from his father to the officers. "What... what are you talking about?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly. "I’m not married! What is this, some kind of joke?"

my heart refused to accept a betrayal like that. Lorenzo couldn’t be doing this to me. He couldn’t. My wolf let out a broken howl inside me, and the pain made me shake from head to toe. Then, through the murmurs on the video, the sound of a wheelchair rolling closer cut through everything. Someone moved a pale blonde woman into place beside him. «I know you’re all shocked, but it’s me, Alina Greco, and I’m ready to stand by my Alpha the way I did before,» she said in a low but steady voice, taking Lorenzo’s hand where it rested on the armrest.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

His heart was broken once and it would never be able to repair, ever. "Pair up!" He roared as all the trainees busied looking for the partners and within a few minutes, they were sparring. His eyes met Luca who stalked towards him. "You defense," Rasmus grumbled as Luca slightly crouched in a defensive position and Rasmus charged at him, attacking. They both were panting after ten minutes of intense sparring. Luca had a serious road rash on his left arm and shoulder. Blood oozing out of the slit on his eyebrow. His flesh slowly knit together.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

he said. Ulrich stood up and walked over to him. “I’m coming with you,” she said. “I need to see this for myself.” Her second-in-command looked hesitant, but he knew better than to argue with her. They quickly gathered a team and set out to investigate the latest attack. As they arrived at the scene, Ulrich’s heart sank. The child was lying on the ground, barely conscious, with deep claw marks on his arms and legs. Ulrich knelt down beside him, her heart breaking for the innocent child. She vowed that she would find the werewolves responsible for this and make them pay.

he asked with disbelief. But it was Jeremy who was more shocked. He squinted at Dennis. He couldn’t tell if Dennis’s reaction worried him more or that Arthur is dead. Why was he so confident Arthur was still alive when the whole thing is glaring right at their faces? He had no doubt the curse had happened the previous day which was Arthur’s thirty-fifth birthday. He however waved it aside and decided to focus on the issue at hand. “What do we do now…I mean what do we tell them…Maxwell and his cohorts out there?”

Psyche! "I-I see, I'm glad you're happy." Miss Arlert replied with a forced smile then opened the book she was holding. "Anyway, before we start our class, I'll remind you once again that the exams are coming up within a month. As the Class-A of the 11th grade, I hope you're all studying hard to get high grades. I believe that each and everyone of you can do even better, you just have to put your mind into it!" Miss Arlert seemed like a kindergarten teacher if you didn't know she's the homeroom of Sage Academy's Class-A's 11th Grade. She has this approachable and innocent vibe to her, she's really sweet, no wonder a lot of students and teachers ask her out.