Novels by Abby

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of brutal and graphic violence. Logan's POV"Come on bro! This is my mate we're talking about! Shit!" I yell. I'm the Beta of the Blue Lake Pack.This meeting was going on for far too long now. It had to come to an end. I stare at Hunter, my Alpha and his brother, Ryder, who happens to be the Lycan King. Our pack is the first pack to ever have a Lycan as it's alpha. No-one minds, Hunter is a tough son-of-gun and he treats everyone fairly. Like, most packs have omegas as a tradition for all the weaker pack members, this pack doesn't. Hunter doesn't see members as weak or not, he figures each member has their own role to play and each one brings their own strength in different forms and ways to help sustain the pack as a whole. Which is very admirable. Makes him strong within the pack itself, because every member would gladly give their life for him.My thoughts are snapped short by Hunter having a go at Ryder."Two weeks, Ryder! You try being aw

Cassandra's POVAnother day in this Goddess forsaken place. I roll my eyes as if there's something better to look at way back, at the back of my head. I let out a sigh. Besides the bars and some of the company in this place, the only thing that gets to me are these fucking lights. They're working on my nerves.We really don't need to see the abominations and botched surgeries going on, on our caged neighbours. It's like these lights were put in so that we missed nothing and could see that these doctors were probably not doctors at all but butchers. Doctor wannabes. They sure were proud of their handy work. I grunt. And they think vampires drinking blood is cruel. I can't help but roll my eyes again at my own thoughts. Like really!My eyes scan the cages looking at all the sorry excuses huddled in their cages. Then my eyes land on the mute. She was the only one I really felt sorry for. She's been in here for Goddess knows how long and these butchers seem to dish her the worst of th

Seween.... Why you cwying? Did I do somfing wong?" I, the little girl, take the woman into my tiny arms and the beautiful woman begins to shake as my grip on her tightens. I can feel her sadness build and become as thick as the mist that surrounds us. "Maddy, my angel!" She pulls me slowly away from her and looks deeply into my eyes. She is crying from pain. It confuses me as I have no idea why such a beautiful woman would be crying so fiercely. "Never forget everything I've taught you and told you. You are my angel and you are very special. If anything.... Never forget that." Why? What she says makes no sense. I would never be able to forget all that, she would constantly remind me. So why? And why would it bring tears to her eyes. A sense of urgency grabs a hold of my tiny body along with her sense of fear and sadness, making me shake. Scared. "Seween? Don't cwy, pweez, I wove you Seween." Is all I can say before the stabbing pain in my heart makes tears come flooding out. "I lo

Selene's POVI cannot deny how blessed I have been these passing years. Raising and watching how this little girl has grown in both physical and heart form. Seeing how candidly she gives her love to everything she touches, makes my heart beats seem full and proud. This is how things were meant to be. Looking out the window, watching her play with all the little furry critters running around and chasing all the birds and butterflies, brings warmth and hope to my heart. She is growing into such a precious person, but it also has a lingering base note of sadness. Her innocence, so pure and untouched. I can only do my best and hold onto hope. Yes, she is my hope. "Madison, my angel! Time to come inside for dinner." I called to her. Just as she freezes to a butterfly landing on her finger. Her eyes widening with excitement. Making me chuckle at how she even managed to stop breathing so as to not scare away a newly made little friend. "Seween! Seween! Did you see dat! It wanded on my

An ominous sky darkening to the colors of a blood moon.Thousands of thunderous footsteps chaotically hitting the ground like an unscripted and violent dance, fills everyone's ears as the battle rages on.Trees shattering, hurling their reddened splinters in retaliation at nearby victims, as bodies were thrown around like ragdolls. The now shaking forest, trying its' best to hide all the desperate sounds of screams, growls and death filling the thickening air from the outside world. The surrounding lakes aiding it's forest by swallowing the remaining echoes. Selene looked at all her people, the people she was made to protect. Searching for the familiarity of the kindness she once instilled in their faces and hearts, but found no such thing in the creatures still breathing. None of the faces she looked upon were recognizable, covered with the now drying red war paint masking every inch of their features. They all looked the same. Vampires looked like wolves. Wolves looked like witche

"I'm sure by the whole cloak and dagger way you received my package that you can guess I'm not some paper pushing accountant or some billionaire that didn't love you or your mother." I watch the video closely. Noting how this mans' smile is a slight pull of his lips to the right. The way he scrunches up his nose when he says something he didn't like. The faint shimmer of sadness in his eyes. His voice holds a sense of something he wants to tell me but is being held back. He sighs with a dropped head, then looks back at me. "I guess there's no need for me to beat around the bush and I won't blame you if you at first don't believe what I'm about to say, but it's the truth. The reason I wasn't around for you and your mother is." He again pauses, like he's about to come out of the closet, almost ashamed. I remember when Nathan first came out, he too had that look of shame, although, looking at my father I can see that it's bigger than that. Something tells me that I'm going to wish it

My Dearest SkylarI know we haven't met. Nor have we spent any time together. As much as I didn't want to, I have had to watch you grow up, silently and from a far.I am also sorry to drop such a bomb shell on you as this, however, if you are reading this letter we will sadly never get the opporunity to meet face to face as I am most likely dead.I freeze for a few seconds, no longer chuckling at the thought of this being a prank. I scan down to the bottom of the letter to see what name is at the bottom. I stare at the name for a bit too long before deciding to carry on reading.I have sent a memory stick with this note as writing a letter would have taken forever. The memory stick will also allow for you to get to know me face to face.I know I have no rights when coming to you, however, I think you have the right to know who I am.The one thing I do need you to do is, once you have read this letter and have watched the video, to destroy it. It is imperative that you do.No-one must

"Skylar, hunny!" Came my mother's sing-song voice billowing out from the front doorway.I lazily got up from my desk, pulling my earphones off and around my neck and sticking my head out of my bedroom's doorway so I could hear and see her, standing there in her pale blue uniform with a white apron on. All ready to head out to work.My mother is a tall petite woman with a fair, even complexion and a pretty but stern featured face. It's her pale copper, wavy hair, cut into a long bob and her light blue eyes that make her stand out and popular amongst the male diner patrons and the envy of the women. It's also those features I inherited from her.She works night shifts at the local 24 hour diner, in town, as a waitress. She could get a much better job, with all the degrees she has, if we had to move to any one of the bigger cities but she's not interested. It's not like we need the money anyway.The father I never knew and don't hear my mother speak of, left us with enough money to put m

The lights from the towering Hilton Hotel and all the surrounding restaurants, bars and nightclubs, pour down, shining at their brightest. Making the streets of downtown New York glow and flash like the strobe lights on a dance floor. Minimizing the night's ambiance and turning it into a false sense of day.Party goers of all kinds roaming the sidewalks, holding tightly onto their pockets, while passing the myriad of beggars which loiter the alley way entrances, the half naked whores standing at traffic lights and their pushy, blinged up pimps, all the while looking for the next club entrance lines.Miserable food critics and the hungry waiting impatiently to be ushered in through restaurant doors. Letting the aromas of the kitchen's specialities out, adding to the already mixed night air.Hotel porters opening and closing doors. Unpacking vehicle trucks and pushing their luggage carts as they go about doing their jobs.Random people just out for a night stroll. Some walking their pe