Novels by Timmy Jimmy

"You're mutating." Hazel forced her eyes from the tears of joy the pack members were sharing on each other's shoulders. "What does that mean?" "It means that you're going to be a half-wolf soon." Hazel frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means that you will get some of the abilities of wolves. That includes their lifespan, their ability to heal even though it won't be as quick as theirs, and their sex craving. The child in you will make sure of that." "So I will become a wolf?!" "Nah, just their abilities. You won't be able to change into a full wolf. That's why it's called mutating." "Wow. Does that mean that I will live for so long?" "Yes, you will. You will have Dallan's specie's lifespan—which is a wolf. Before that baby in you is delivered, your body would have completely adjusted to a lot of things. Everything will double: your craving for food and sex, your anger and moods, your baby bump, etc. During your fourth month, your baby bump may look like you are ripe for del

Hazel knew exactly what she was doing. Clara was the main reason Hazel brought out all the pack members in the first place. This way, it wouldn't seem like Clara was the main suspect all along. When Hazel touched her, she didn't know what to expect. Whenever she tried getting into someone's mind, it was like being sucked into a hole, going at a speed unfathomable to mortals. Hazel always accessed all the information with such speed. It always came as a surprise—even to her—how she managed to access a person's entire life in seconds.Hazel paused. First, it was darkness, then voice overlapping. She saw Clara's parents carrying her as a baby... The other memories after that were happy ones. Hazel flipped through her entire childhood, accessing all the information as it came. Hazel saw—or watched—how Clara found herself in the pack, the welcome arms Dallan gave her, and the building of their relationship. Hazel was also forced to go through the pictures of Clara's many adventures wit

The men went back to the position they were in.Dallan and his men retreated, while Agra and his men moved back to the gate. In the middle was Reve trying to calm them down. He looked sincerely lost. "Are you on their side now?!" Agra spat at his nephew. "What have they given you?!" "Uncle, no. They didn't give me anything." Reve sighed. "Okay, they did. They treated me." "The hell they should! They inflicted the injury!" "And we shouldn't have given a fuck, but we did!" Dallan countered. The men on his side started murmuring in agreement. Agra's men picked up the argument moments later. "Where is Laura?" Agra yelled above the noise. His question brought back silence. "Where the fuck is my daughter?" "HERE." Kai stepped forward with Laura. Behind him were Hazel, Abe, and Clara who looked scared to her bones. Agra did not move. He eyed Laura for a moment. He did not need any more explanation. The mark on Laura's neck said everything. "You jumped into a mating ceremony without

Dallan had no plan to move until Agra did or said something. So they stood facing each other, each one suppressing the desire to rush forward and wreak havoc.At last, after it seemed Agra had had enough of the silence, the vampire king spoke up, "Where is my daughter? Where is my nephew?" Even in the darkness, Dallan could see as far as the stretch of men behind Agra. "It was nice of you to visit," Dallan said, keeping a straight face. "I sincerely hope your injuries are completely healed. My apologies for the last time." "Give me my daughter and nephew." Dallan understood that Agra was on the verge of losing it, and he wanted to test the vampire king's patience a bit. "What if I say no?" "Dallan, I did not come here to drag words with you. Bring them out... or..." "Or what, Agra?" "Or you won't like the state of your pack." Agra narrowed his eyes to slits. Distaste was clearly written in the way his brows were knitted. Dallan wasn't done. "Your nephew, Reve, is resting at t

Something was going to happen. Hazel felt it as she sat at the front of the mansion, her eyes scanning the gate. Beside her sat Dallan, his hand holding a shawl around her shoulders. "You should get some rest." "I don't feel sleepy." Hazel shrugged. "I rested enough in the afternoon.""I need you in a perfect state of health. I don't want anything happening to you or our baby." He leaned closer to caress her stomach. Hazel smiled. Dallan was already obsessed with the child in her. She wondered how it was going to be after she gave birth. "I'm fine, Dal. By the way, it would be impossible to sleep with all that's on the ground.""Everything will be fine." "I know. I just want everything to be alright without too many sacrifices. I am scared of losing to win." Dallan took a moment to digest her words. Their concern was almost mutual. He was also scared of losing, scared of seeing people die to achieve victory. "Everything will be fine. Hazel, go to bed. I will take over from here

"Who are the spies?" Drab asked in a rush to prevent Reve from falling asleep before divulging the information. "Reve, keep your eyes open! Who are the spies? Please, tell me." The vampire's sight blurred. "I don't know her name... I've collected some paperwork from her in the past. I also know that she has an accomplice—I think a female accomplice; I'm not too sure. And I know that she holds a high position in the pack, a position of honour." Drab digested the information as fast as he could. "Can you give facial descriptions? Reve, talk to me!" "I... my brain feels mushy now... I need to sleep." Reve's voice sounded weak. He was almost slurring now. Slowly, as his eyelids shit close, he let out another sentence, "Be safe, my uncle might be here tomorrow." Drab did the next thing that came into his mind. "Abe!! Abe!!" He ran into the sitting room to see the warlock crouched beside Jake, checking the boy's vitals. "What is happening?" "Reve... Can we wake him up?" Drab demande

"Are you okay?"Isabella looked up from the floor where she was busy monitoring the shapes of the tile design. Just as she expected, Damon tarried in swallowing the liquid, and she couldn't leave him to it for fear of the alpha getting it disposed."I'm fine, sir," she replied, a bit surprised. "Are you okay?""Oh, yes I'm great." He sounded like a breath of fresh air, and even though the room was dark and they could barely see each other, she felt the tension in the air lessen.The sound of voices drew their attention to the window.The pack members were returning, Isabella could perceive. Sparing a quick glance at Damon's silhouette on the bed, she slowly walked to the window and raised a part of it."Careful," Damon called behind her, a rumble in his warning.Isabella turned back immediately and threw the curtain back in place."I'm sorry. I—""It's okay. Just make sure it doesn't go beyond that. What is going on outside?"A throng of people converged upon the looming gate, its mon

Isabella left Albus' quarters with more questions than she could handle.When she got to one of the paths that led to the Alpha's mansion, she saw the people walking in groups to the gate.Curious, she followed them, tightly clutching the concoction to herself.The gate was now rowdy and clustered since it seemed the guards at the gate didn't want to let the people out. There was rising dust already and raised voices.Isabella's curiosity spiked up."... They need to let us see what is going on..." someone said from behind her."Yes, I will go out even if it means breaking that gate down..."Isabella quietly trailed behind the two chattering women. It turned out that there was something beyond the gate that was being taken care of that didn't need to be looked at.And it seemed the pack was getting weary of being lied to cover secrets and important things regarding the alpha and the pack.Through the countless conversations on the way to the gate, Isabella picked up a lot of informati

Something was definitely wrong with the pack.Either the pack or Damon... Isabella wasn't sure.Bodies... Ralph had said bodies were found by the river. She could only ask herself if it was just a slang for something else, or if they were talking about actual bodies...The thought sent shivers into Isabella. She grabbed her gown tightly as her heartbeat increased."Fuck," she muttered to herself and started an aimless journey out of the house. It was clear as day that very confidential topics were about to be discussed, hence the Alpha's request for her to leave.Isabella stood on the front porch and took in the beauty of the morning sun reflecting on every surface that could bounce back its rays."ARE YOU OKAY, MY LADY?""Huh?" Isabella spun to the right. She was so lost in thought when she stepped out that she hadn't noticed the guard standing outside the building with a sheathed sword clasped to his side."Is everything okay?"She asked herself the question again and again. Was eve

At first everything happened in slow motion. Isabella could see the muscled figure approaching, the swing of his shoulder tossing his hair around his shoulders, and his lips moving, saying something about taking the tray from her.Then, she saw the faint print in the front of the towel. She hadn't planned to look there, even the gods could see how innocent she was, but it was difficult not to look that way when he towered above her, displaying the long outline pressing against the fabric on the towel. She had wanted to speak, to tell him that she didn't need some hours off and that her night was fine, but the words did not form. So, as an alternative, she tried to move back while forcing her mouth to resume functioning, but her feet had decided to fail her as well.She yelped as her back reached for the floor. The tray went into the air. Even as she fell, her mind was on the tray. She saw Damon's figure move. It was a blur. By the time a gasp escaped her lips, she felt something st

Her heart hammered against her chest. If she was previously feeling groggy, all traces of sleep completely disappeared.The sounds became faint now...Then she heard heavy breathing that accompanied the sounds of something breaking, something hard and sturdy.Everything happened in a minute.After that was utter silence.Isabella knew that that the danger hadn't passed. It seemed so well to be the calm before a storm. She looked at the opened window at the other side and noticed the glow of the moon streaming in, painting the room white, adding sauce to the fear inside her.She was right. The silence was the calm before the storm. Loud thuds started from the end of the corridor—at the Alpha's end—and progressed, sounding like footsteps the more it advanced closer.Isabella, still on the floor, gasped and turned to the door, instinctively moving back with her eyes opened wide and her breath stuck in her throat.The thuds got to her door and stopped.She could hear it...She could hear

The bath was more than relaxing, Isabella couldn't deny it.She could picture herself dozing off the moment her body touched the bed.On a normal night like this, in the apartment she managed with Iora, she would have turned on a lamp and spread herself on the bed with a book in her hands, and read late into the night.Books were like hot coals to her. The more she read, the more she blew on the flame, turning it into a mighty fire.She made a mental note to ask if there was any Librarl around in the pack. She could only hope, because a pack so big ought to have something as basic as a library.She had turned the couch to face the window and was seated on it, enjoying the view from where she sat. The Alpha's window was just some meters away from hers. If he wasn't asleep, she knew he might also be looking out, staring at the beauty of the pack at night.Isabella made another mental note: she would find out what was wrong with the alpha that turned him into a hermit.She didn't know ho