Novels by DangerBeanz

Chapter Forty-Eight Translations Spanish Peguena llama-- Little Flame Spanish Aliento de dragon-- Dragon Breath Spanish Pequena Princesa-- Little Princess Our torn lovers seem to be able to match one another in wit and intellect, but are never on the same page emotionally. Does anyone remember any of the other languages our pair have tried to fool one another with? Happy Reading and dont forget to join the F.B. group to keep up with updates since my schedule is more unpredictable than Murdok's temper Author DangerBeanz Fan Page I apologize for the horrible rhyme Roses are red and I love cheese curds It wont let me post without 100 words.

Rori’s next morning in the mountain was pleasant as she and Destiny lazily stretched themselves awake before bathing and dressing. Rori looked at the simple outfit Destiny had picked for her and as she drifted off inside her mind the excited young troll began calling her, “Rori… did you hear me,” she asked, and she shook her wild chocolate curls, “I’m sorry Destiny, I was thinking about my--'' Rori choked on the rest of her sentence and Destiny quickly pulled her into a suffocating hug as Rori’s eyes glazed over with tears, “I will get Calder to take me to your house, so we can pick up your stuff if you want,” Rori snapped her head up to look at Destiny while she shook her head and large tears fell from her eyes, “No Destiny, you are in enough trouble as it is just,” Rori paused and exhaled in defeat “I will ask Kristi to grab some of my things, the girl you met last night? We go to school together, and she stays in the room-'' Rori let herself trail

Rori began marching down the dimly lit corridor with her small gold plates in hand while mumbling furiously to herself. Andy floated close behind, wanting to pacify the angry young woman but the small spectrul kept to himself as Rori came to an abrupt halt. She looked around before turning to Andy, “which way?” she asked in a short tone, and Andy simply pointed before floating up in front of her to lead the way. Rori was starting to wonder if Andy was walking her in circles until the young boy stopped and pointed at a closed door. “Tis the young miss room,” he said, and then hung his head. Rori wanted to ask him what was bothering him, but before she could open her mouth Andy spoke, “da masta calls, I be here if ya need jus call and Andy hears.” The moment the words left Andy’s mouth, the child began to fade from sight, so Rori turned with the small plates still held perfectly flat in each hand and realized she

Rori tried to ignore the muffled commotion she could hear echoing through the mountain and chewed her lip as she waited for Andy and Calder to return with her hot chocolate, she offered to accompany them to the kitchen, but Calder insisted on trying to make the liquid confectionary himself and Andy had gone with to make sure the older spectrul didn't mess anything up. Watching the two spectruls fuss over her and each other brought a slight smile to Rori’s face before she heard a roaring commotion once more, but this time it sounded so close her heart skipped a beat, and she ducked under the dinner table as the harmony of electricity ripped through the air. Destiny’s small but vibrant frame appeared in the doorway to the dining hall and as she entered, the sound of minor scuffles under the table brought her attention to the slight woman with a head full of wild hair coiled up in fright. Dest

Arthur followed Murdok as closely as he could and arrived at the threshold of chaos moments after his friend, Arthur’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. His daughter was holding her twin captive in some kind of a purple tornado of light and water. Andy stood in front of Rori and Destiny as the two girls clutched one another in fear. Max ran to Arthur, “Alpha, I can't make her stop I don't know what to do please… help me” the grown man cried and Arthur shook his head, “I have never seen her do this before, what happened?” he asked and when Max glanced toward Rori Arthur pinched his nose and started strolling slowly into the room. Max tried to go after him, but Murdok set his heavy hand on the distressed werewolf’s shoulder and shook his head, “he will make sure they are safe… he is their father.” Max licked his lips and nodded as Arthur approached the unfolding storm.

As Mina screamed in agony and Kristi fled the room with Max and Mason, Rori watched as Arthur and Murdok made a series of hand gestures at one another before Calder appeared in front of Rori and began ushering her away from the dinner table of unfolding chaos. “Come, my lady, we will check on dessert, come now,” he coaxed, and although she never took her eyes off the trio at the table she followed Calder out into the kitchen. Murdok waited for Calder to escort Rori from the room before he approached the still shuddering and whimpering Mina, “I will heal you witch… but then you will listen and not speak, understood,” the angry dragon barked and Mina merely nodded, offering out her arm. Murdok rolled his eyes as he extended one long thumbnail and pushed it into the center of his wrist until a single bead of blood formed. Mina wasted littl

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his head hung low between his shoulders and the wolf walked with such an exaggerated bow in his back that his knuckles drug the ground like lifeless attachments, “you torture us all, ignorant boy.” Dante scowl

In the months following Dante’s leaving the pack Mj learned he surrendered himself to Alpha Talia as a peace offering for the pack member Mj killed in the challenge, and that she had not only accepted his offer but had agreed to make him the Alpha after their mating bond.Mj had kept herself busy in the kitchens, pulling every shift she could to fill her days. She tried several times to pack her clothes and ask Azreal to move to a different room but she just couldn't tear herself away from the fading scent that still lingered, and as much as it broke her heart to be near him she couldn't make herself leave him the way he left her.Mj no longer sat at the Alpha’s table for meals she simply ate between kitchen shifts, the only time she saw any of the other hunters was during training and even then she would be cordial dur

Mj knew the guest house was code for a dungeon or prison but she had not expected it to actually be underground, Azreal had opened a door in the ground surrounded by bushes and guards with spot lights lining the perimeter. The hatch had led them down a stone staircase to a galley hallway that had singular cells lining it, the doors were metal with small slit windows and the entire place felt cold, as Mj reached out to touch a door Azreal grabbed her hand, “mercury and silver Mj...I wouldn't unless you wear gloves.” Mj pulled her hand back and Azreal motioned toward a room at the end of the galley, “she is behind the door on the end,” Mj took a few steps forward and Azreal touched her shoulder, causing her to turn her head to look at him. “She was part of this pack Mj, and she betrayed us all...her fate is upon you little sister, it was agreed by the pack as a whole.” Mj looked at Azreal and then be

Dante caught up to Mj quickly and although he could see the tears streaming from her face as they ran he didn't try to stop her, he could feel her desperate anger and hurt, the feeling surprised him a little because Mj had not been brought up on the stories of wolves but she still felt such an intense connection to her own ancestors she was grieving them now. After running for almost three miles Mj’s sprinting came to a slow stop and she turned around, burying her face into Dante’s chest. Mj wrapped her arms around his waist and cried silently into the hollow of Dante’s torso before she leaned back and let a blood curdling howl explode from her chest. Dante squeezed her tightly and they both looked toward the slumbering moon before releasing another cry to the listening sky above. Dante pulled Mj back into his chest and kissed the top of her head, “

**TRIGGER WARNING**Some of the events discussed in this chapter are NOT fictional and are extremely violent, reader beware Dante gingerly opened the door to his room and the crisp chirp of the first birds of the morning made it painfully clear he had been gone all night. After shutting the door he turned and his heart sank into his feet, Mj was asleep on his side of the bed with a book splayed open in one hand and his pillow clutched tightly to her chest with the other. Dante toed off his shoes and softly padded toward the bed with his prize held gingerly between his fingers, as Dante approached the bed he lifted his hand and began to stroke Mj’s face gingerly with a few white long stem lilies. The soft white curved flowers brushed across Mj’s cheek and she smiled slightly as a satisfied hum left her throat and she curled tighter Dante’s pillow, he

Briella did not need much time to corroborate the intruders story, they were also able to keep her identity a complete secret by simply blindfolding him while Dante and Lila rattled off questions they had already asked him twenty or so times and waiting for Briella to either nod her head yes that he was calm and truthful or shake it no that his thermal temperature gave away dishonesty or fear. After about half an hour of back and forth Lila began to sway on her feet and sigh with fatigue, Mj slid her hands underneath Lila’s elbows and leaned her chest into the Beta’s back. Lila hummed in appreciation as she leaned into her newest pack member to relieve some of the pressure on her feet, “would it be weird if I offered to be your chair.” Mj almost whispered in her ear and Lila pursed her lips as she hummed small giggles. “Normally I would say don't worry about me, bu

In the weeks and months that followed Dante and Mj set to work building a pack their wayward people could call home. Some chose to leave, Mj agreed and almost insisted that they all stay in her building in Lowder until they figured out where they wanted to be. She assured Dante this was the best course of action as it kept them safe while they learned about the world and kept the Bijou pack safe, as the Alpha’s could easily keep an eye on anyone wishing to leave. Mj and Lila spoke on the phone almost daily, and the Quicksilver Alpha had even gotten her techno - impaired friend to do video calls, so they could truly visit with one another. In that time, the two women had exchanged troubling tales of walkers that continued to plague the outskirts of Bijou territory, while the Quicksilver pack was having its own trouble training hunters and tracking down the other Triad testing facilities. The two Alpha’s started to become somewhat legendary as they paved the way for a new way. Every wol

Mj looked at the phone in her hand and then at her mate, “I think she hung up on me,” she said and Dante laughed as he grabbed the small square device from her hand and tossed it over his head, “good, now I get you all to myself, yummy” he growled before wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into the center of her chest and inhaling. Mj cupped his face, smashing it between her breasts, “we have time for this later Alpha, we have a pack to rebuild and a family to prepare for,” she said and Dante looked up into her eyes with an excitement she had never seen as he placed the palm of his hand over her stomach, “are you,” he asked, and she let a laugh blast from her chest, “hell no, number one, it’s way too early to know… I think, and two I was actually talking about Moxie and the brood of babies he and Jay now have,” Mj finished and Dante looked at her, first, slightly disappointed and then confused, “kitten,” the Alpha cocked his head, “how the fuck,” he began and Mj laughed

Azreal led Lila by the hand toward the Alpha’s private office, and although she knew they had to make this call now, it did not stop her from dragging her feet all the way to the desk. Azreal smirked at the new furniture arrangement before pulling the large ornate armchair out from the desk, “your seat my lady,” he rumbled, and although she suddenly wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and let him have his way with her right there on the desk, she was now the acting Alpha and unfortunately that was a fantasy she would have to put on hold. Lila sat back in the chair while Azreal pushed her up to the desk and as she reached for the phone, Azreal put both of his hands to work on her shoulders. Lila groaned in pleasure as she lifted the phone. “What do I tell her?” she asked, and Azreal kissed the side of her head as he continued messaging her shoulders and neck. “You are the Alpha my love, what do you think you should tell her,” he answered and Lila made a small, unpleasant

The sound of hushed voices woke Azreal with a start as he realized his youngest children were no longer cradled between his arms as they had been when he fell asleep. Sitting up, he exhaled when Lila and Beth stood in the kitchen, each with one small bundle wrapped in their arms. Azreal stood up, stretching his arms, before he approached the women in the kitchen. “Alpha,” Beth said respectfully and bowed her head. Azreal glanced at Lila and smirked, “Beth… I am no longer an Alpha, just call me Azreal,” he mused and watched as the corners of her mouth twitched up just slightly as Briella and Matty made their way back into the suite, followed by Aliza and Adler.“Momma can we take the babies outside to play,” Aliza asked as she twirled around in her canary yellow dress and as Lila inhaled to answer, Azreal bent down to address his youngest daughter, “Lizzie sweetie, the boys are very young and they are vulnerable, it's not safe for them to be without me or your mother,” he explained and

After making it into their suite and getting the muddy youngsters clean, Lila waited until they were occupied with other activities before she approached Azreal, “we need to talk Alpha, alone,” she said softly and Azreal looked at her with a genuine but soft concern. Azreal stood, reluctantly leaving the side of his sleeping infant boys, and approached his mate. “You seem tired my love, would you like a bath?” he asked her with a wry smile and Lila grinned at him warmly, “Azz I would love nothing more than to take a bath with you, but I think you should hear me out first, you may not want to be in the same room with me let alone a bathtub,” she warned and Azreal’s eyebrow arched so high it almost disappeared in his dark hairline, “my greatest love, my Beta, my mate, and the mother of my legacy, there is nothing on this planet or any other that would make me not want to be naked with you,” he said with a heated look and Lila sighed. “Azreal I mean it. I already spoke with the hunters a

Lila exhaled again as she dismissed the hunters and followed them out of the Alpha’s private office. Mara turned to her and offered a warm smile, “for what it’s worth, I think what you are doing is incredibly brave, for what it's worth,” she tried and Lila offered her an appreciative smile, “thank you Mara, I really needed to hear that, sometimes I just don't know what the right decision is,” Lila shook her head, fighting back the tears threatening to fall from her face, “especially right now,” she added and Mara offered the Beta a firm and warm hug, “don’t worry Lila this pack loves you almost as much as the Alpha does, they will stand behind you the way we are, because even we can see the change in him,” she finished before Tanner turned to find his mate lagging behind with their Beta. As he approached Lila tucked her head slightly and Tanner cleared his throat, “Be- uh, Lila, when things have settled here I would very much like to take a trip up to see the new Bijou Alpha and Beta

Vic remained silent as Max opened the door to a sleek black sedan and ushered her into the backseat before climbing in next to her. Through her peripheral she kept an eye on Rowan as he hauled her two moderately sized bags down the stairs and tossed them into the trunk like they didn't weigh at least fifty pounds each. Vic sucked in a breath as Max’s sweater brushed over her shoulders while he moved himself closer to her. “Sorry about the backseat cuddles sweetness.” he smiled and tipped his head to the side playfully. “Rocco doesn't like it when Rowan sits up front, says he drives from the passenger seat,” Max finished and as Vic’s eyes snapped to the front of the car, she caught Rocco’s deep brown eyes almost boring straight through her. “You could sit up front and give the woman some room to breathe.” Rocco grumbled and Max only squeezed Vic’s shoulders tighter against himself. “She likes cuddling with me. We are gonna be besties, right love?” Vic sat with her head and shoulders sc

Vic had been hiding in her apartment for almost a full week, since the day she had called the number, the receptionist had given her. Plenty of people had tried contacting her, including Phillip, but the news that came through the phone the moment she heard Volkov’s voice dug a hole in her stomach she was still trying to recover from. He simply told her that either “The Ghost” would work for him, or Phillip would, and she would know when he wanted his answer.“The Ghost” was the code name Vic’s father had insisted on when she first told him she wanted to help with the family business. At first, he was more than apprehensive about her involvement because, although their family had specialized in using brute force to extract information where others could not for generations, Phillip Bura Senior had others plans for his oldest and only daughter.When she was about sixteen Vic heard her father having a hushed argument with their mother one night, before she had gotten too sick to speak.

Alexander dipped his head in understanding before snapping his fingers toward Rowan. “Down boy.” Volkov said with a half-amused smirk and Rowan folded his arms across his chest as he stepped back behind his boss. “Good boy.” Vic mused through pursed lips and Volkov tsked at her quip. “Careful Miss Bura, Rowan will top you in rank.” he finished, and Rowan rolled his shoulders with a primal lust in his eyes. “Gimme half an excuse to pull rank on you sweet ass, I promise you will be begging for-,” Volkov snapped his fingers, and Rowan instantly clapped his lips shut but never took his predatory stare from Vic. Vic tipped her head to the side with a lazy expression. “His threats don’t bother me Mr. Volkov, men have been threatening to do far more creative things to me since I was about thirteen, your lap dog doesn't scare me.” she finished and watched interest spark in all three men’s eyes. “I like your direct approach and unwillingness to be intimidated by my standings M

Phillip Bura sat at his father’s extravagant desk in the overstuffed chair tapping his expertly manicured fingers against the arm rest, as a dark looming figure sat silent and still across from him. Phillip tried not to sweat as the old analog clock his father insisted on keeping made every second sound off with an ominous tick. “I assure you Mr. Volkov, my sister is usually very punctual. The passing of our father has taken quite a toll on her.” he began to explain, while fidgeting in the dark red leather chair he was perched in, like a rigid child waiting to be disciplined. The man across from Phillip only gave a slow nod and continued to sit in silence, making Phillip swallow his anxiety as he tried to hide the constant wiping of his clammy hands on his pressed slacks. Phillip licked his dry, thin lips and continued to fill in the silence. “You know how sensitive these women can be. I tried to explain to her that business needs to continue, but as you can see-.” Phillip let the sta

**CONTENT WARNING** This story will contain several dark and triggering topics that may be very upsetting to some readers, please read at your own risk and stop if it becomes to much, your mental health matters. Happy reading dome dwellers and stranger than fiction friends - BThe rapid echo of men's dress shoes clicking against a hollow marble floor were the only sounds to rouse Victoria Bura from the punching bag she was currently attempting to destroy, hoping it would take the strange sadness in her chest with it. She tried her best to ignore the growing irritation as her impending visitor’s footsteps stopped. The irritating rhythm of knuckles against the closed door sounded just before her brother's voice buzzed through the thick wood door. “It’s been a week, Vicki. Don't you think it's time to stop sulking?” He tried to shout through the thick wood and even over the music, she could still hear his annoying voice. “I’m not sulking Phil,” she grunted after each powerful thrust of