LOGINShare
69: THE MEETING
Last Updated:
2024-07-18 23:56:23
Fiona CakesI hope you guys liked this chapter. Most people haven't heard, but a powerful hurricane battered the Caribbean a couple of weeks ago. For close to two weeks, we didn't have electricity or water. A number of people remain without power or water. I'm incredibly fortunate to have survived Hurricane Beryl, and I am so grateful that my family and friends are also safe and sound. I cannot say the same for other people. Many lost their homes as well as their friends and relatives. So I just have to give God thanks that I’m here today, and I have regained light and water so I can now update my books. Thanks to everyone who has hung in there with me. I’m truly grateful. God bless you all.
Related chapters
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 70: GET READY FOR A FIGHT
THIRD-PERSON POV “Shut up, Lance, let me think,” Stanley barked at his wolf. He was tired of living off nature and moving from land to land because rogues weren't allowed to settle in one place for too long. Since he found out he was a werewolf, he had been travelling with his father, who was said to be one of the strongest wolves to have ever existed. He also learned that his father was a king in his own right, therefore making Stanley a prince. But being that he wasn't his father's eldest, the crown will be passed to Sephtis instead. This made Stanley angry. He believed his wolf was braver than his brother's wolf and a lot meaner, so he should be the one to rule, not Septhis. “OK, but father will be pissed that we're not there to greet his little Luna.” “I don't care about father right now. I just need to see Miranda and explain to her, I still have feelings for her,” Stanley explained. Seeing Miranda again had awoken something in him, but he couldn't put a finger on what it wa
Last Updated : 2024-07-20THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 71: STANLEY’S MATE
THIRD-PERSON POV Images of Septhis's dead body flashed inside Stanley's mind as he ran towards the stream. His wolf was getting faster as the days went by. “Would you really go as far as killing Septhis, Stanley? He's our brother," Lance, his wolf, was astonished. The boy's heart was festered with envy and Lance didn't understand why his human's heart was so cold. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't grow up as a werewolf, plus finding out he was a wolf the way he did must have done a number on his psyche because the boy was a total psychopath. And if Lance was being honest with himself, he was scared of his human. This must have also been a first in werewolf history. Never before had Lance encountered a wolf that feared its human. This was Lance's third life, so he knew a thing or two about his history. “How do you think we'll get father's crown?” He asked. “I've spent the last year proving myself to father, that I am stronger and more capable of being his successor, but every
Last Updated : 2024-07-24THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 72: A ROGUE PRINCE & AN ALPHA’S SON
THIRD-PERSON POV The air was thick with the scent of adrenaline and fear as Taurus studied his enemy, feeling the power surge through his veins. His senses heightened. He could hear the thunderous heartbeat of his opponent echoing in the night. Their muscles rippled as they circled each other warily, hackles raised. A low, guttural growl rumbled in Taurus's chest as he sized up his foe, searching for any sign of weakness. "If this rogue thinks he can beat us, he better think again. We are bigger, and we have Alpha blood running through our veins," Miranda seethed, looking at the blonde wolf that had wild and crazy eyes. He was almost as big as Taurus, but she had confidence that Taurus could easily win this fight. "Never underestimate your opponent, Miranda," Taurus replied. "He must have been watching us for a while and the fact that we only sensed him just now means he is a powerful rogue. Can you smell him?" "I smell him alright, and he reeks of animal decay," Miranda huffe
Last Updated : 2024-07-26THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 73: FAMILY CURSE
SEPHTIS'S POV “Isn’t she beautiful, Blade?” I posed the question to my wolf. My mother was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined, and I felt proud to know that I’d inherited her striking blue eyes and her gorgeous smile. “Absolutely. She is beyond stunning. Our parents were chosen wisely by the Moon Goddess," Blade replied. He was growing restless lately. I understood his worries about the possibility of us never finding our mate because we lived as rogues. I firmly believed that the Moon Goddess intended to bring someone special into our lives. “Don't worry Blade. We will find our mate soon.” “I hope so,” he sighed. “In the meantime let's find that brother of ours. Why does he have to be so difficult?” "Go easy on him. He's ashamed of his red eyes and what they mean,” I explained. “I understand, but it isn't his fault. He didn't know what he was and what was happening to him. That girl was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.” "I know, but Stanley is just t
Last Updated : 2024-08-06THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 74: MYSTERIOUS MOUNTAIN, HERE WE COME
THIRD PERSON'S POV Miranda tossed and turned in bed, struggling to fall asleep. The night had been long and exhausting, especially since she and Taurus had to fight that rogue. After returning to the mansion, Eliza started behaving strangely. She didn't speak much, she just excused herself to her quarters. Miranda found it surprising that Alpha Nolan assigned the mad wolf her own quarters, but she chose not to mention it. Miranda, too, was tired and needed to get some rest ASAP. When she got to the room, Miranda took a quick shower and then fell into bed under the covers. It took her a while, but she eventually felt relaxed enough to fall asleep. She had only been sleeping for about thirty minutes when the lights on the left side of the bed turned on. "Nigel Vanderwolf!" The stern voice of Luna Peaches bounced off the walls of the bedroom. "We need to talk right now young man." Miranda let out a groan, covering her eyes from the harsh light. "Mom, can we skip this conver
Last Updated : 2024-08-08THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 75: A BUNCH OF PUSSIES
THIRD-PERSON POV "We've been walking for days, and I'm tired and fucking hungry. I feel like my insides are rotting away," Nigel complained as he stopped and sat on a boulder. He made things sound more dramatic than they were. The group was only travelling for like twelve hours. He grabbed a twig and scraped what he hoped was gum off the bottom of his shoe. He gagged when he sniffed the end of this stick and realized it was shit. Miranda noticed that Nigel had stopped, prompting her to do so as well. Although she felt uncomfortable keeping the information about Sylvester and Sephtis to herself, she chose to focus on one problem at a time. Switching back was her main priority right now. Miranda remarked, "Hey, if you keep stopping like this, you'll slow us down.” She looked over her shoulder and noticed Lazarus, Velma, Valko, and Duran disappearing up the path ahead. “Hurry, we have to move or we'll get left behind.” "For fuck's sake. My feet hurt and I have blisters in places
Last Updated : 2024-08-15THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 76: MERMAIDS
THIRD-PERSON POV The never-ending sound of thunder echoed at the entrance of the whistling cave. It was like the cave was whispering warnings, telling our friends that they shouldn't enter. Miranda was the first one to detect an odd smell fighting through the smell of the salty ocean. She couldn't put a description to what the smell was. All she knew it was sweet and making her mouth water. "What do we do now? Or are we gonna stand here until we wither and die?" Nigel asked. The six of them were just standing at the entrance of the grotto, looking up and down, side to side, unsure of what to do or where to go next. "Isn't it obvious? We must go into the cave," Lazarus explained. "No shit Sherlock," Nigel grunted. "We cannot go off into the sea now, can we?" He rolled his eyes. "But where does the cave lead to? And how deep is the water in there?" Miranda posed the questions everyone wanted the answers to. "INCOMING!" Duran shouted. A massive wave was coming towar
Last Updated : 2024-08-16THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 77: MYSTIC FOREST
NIGEL'S POV An unbearable, fiery pain bloomed inside my chest. Even though the others were struggling, fighting with the whirlpool to not tear their bodies to bits and pieces, I was having the worst time. I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness and I thought to myself that this was it, the end of me. I made peace with dying. My only regret was I wouldn't get the chance to say goodbye to my mother, my friends, and Miranda. Those were my last thoughts before I felt someone's lips pressed up against mine and beautiful oxygen was being forced into my lungs. My eyes opened, letting the salty seawater burn my pupils, but I had to see who dared to be kissing me like this. Right from the start, the person's figure came across as extremely blurry, and the tumultuous water swirling around us only made matters worse. But I made out dark hair and gray eyes before I felt my body being pulled under, and I could feel myself spinning. As the whirlpool attempted to drag me under, my firs
Last Updated : 2024-08-19
Latest chapter
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 87: OPAL
NIGEL'S POVI was tired and hungry, plus I didn't understand why these nerds weren't bothered by the shit smell that was seeping off my so-called grandpa. So what if he looked exactly like my dad under his hobo appearance? That still didn't make him my grandfather. I hissed because if he resembled my father, it also meant he resembled me since people said I was a spitting image of my dad. Life was so unfair. I hate this, and I hate him. Nigel Senior, I scoffed. Why did Father have to name me after such an evil man? "Are we there yet?" I was this close to screaming and throwing a bitch-fit. My feet hurt to the point they felt like they were about to fall off. "Just a couple more minutes," my grandpappy answered. His breath smelt terrible... Like when was the last fucking time he used toothpaste? I looked around and smacked myself in the face. There were no supermarkets or malls here, so of course he didn't have access to the finer things in life. And Miranda thought Howling's Cliff
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 86: ARE WE THERE YET?
MIRANDA'S POV"Excuse me! Come again! You're my what?" I asked, raising my hands in the air and waving them about like I was at a rock concert. With his palm still outstretched to me, he repeated, "My name is Alpha Nigel Vanderwolf, and I am your grand...""Yes, yes, I heard you the first time,” I choked out. "But you just said I should...""I know what I just said, it was a rhetorical question." When he realized I wasn't going to shake his hand, he dropped it to his side. My eyes scanned him from head to toe. "Mighty God!" I yelped when I saw his feet. His toes seemed like they were not on speaking terms with each other to how far apart they were spread. His rugged look reminded me of when Alan came back after spending twenty years in the Jumanji Jungle. "So you're Nigel Senior," Valko finally spoke. He stepped up to the old man. "I'm Valko Silver.""Ah, I should have known Valor's pup would be following behind Nolan's pup's tail," he chuckled, and Velma growled. "And what's your
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 85: ALPHA NIGEL VANDERWOLF
THIRD-PERSON POVA werewolf emerged from the shadows, but he was not an ordinary predator. He moved like he was a shadow; he made no sounds or caused no ruckus. He fixed his bright red eyes on the human girl curled up in the arms of the young werewolf. The sounds of their heavy breathings and thumping hearts were music to his ears because he found satisfaction in seeing his victims paralysed with fright, which made their flesh soft for him to dine on. Their screams also made their blood turned sweeter, resulting in the best sort of perfume for him. His nostrils widened as he detected the scent of the human. He curled back his lips, revealing his dark gums and yellow stained teeth, letting out a low rumbling growl. He didn’t care that he was outnumbered, as he already understood their outcomes; within moments, the girl would suffer a fatal wound to her throat, her body would be eaten, and her blood would mark the ground covered in grass. It would be easy for him to pick them off on
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 84: THE MAD ALPHA
THIRD-PERSON POVDuran's mind kept going back to his mate, wondering what she was doing, and if she missed him. Izanna's description of the Mad Alpha was making him rethink this trip he was on. He should have stayed home with his mate who was carrying his pup. The Moon Goddess would be cruel to kill him now after all that he had been through. As he made his way to the Mystic Mountain, his mind became chaotic. Clarke occupied most of Valko's thoughts. He loved how vibrant and red her hair was and how incredibly luscious, thick and flawless those curls were. He kept reminiscing about how she arched her back and flashed her hair from side to side when they made love. Now he wondered if coming on this adventure was the right thing to do. Breathing out, he made his way steadily toward the mountain that was said to be home to this Mad Alpha. Velma walked alongside Lazarus, their hands intertwined. The two seemed inseparable now that most of their friends knew they were true mates. Velma w
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 83: INTERSPECIES RELATIONSHIPS
LAZARUS'S POVIt had been two centuries since I tasted human blood. Other vampires might describe it as being rich, tantalizing, or irresistible. But for me it is sensual, addictive, and climatic. The taste of this human's blood was unlike any I'd ever tasted. It was like I couldn't stop. The more mouthfuls I took, the more my thirst intensified.I could feel Nigel's muscles resisting at first when my fangs found his flesh and pierced into it. The soft warmth giving way like a ripe melon, filling my mouth with thick, delicious blood. He shuddered in my hands as I drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, revelling in the strength and life that filled my veins, jolted my limbs, granted me a semblance of life.Soon my pheromones entered his bloodstream through my saliva and even though I was killing him, the high and ecstasy of my bite was tricking his brain into begging me not to stop. He let out soft moans, his body relaxing as I supported more of his weight with my strong arms w
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 82: SECRETS
THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda found the walk back to the Nymph camp less awkward than she expected. She learned that Nigel had been retrieving bits of his memory for the last couple of days, but once he emerged from the whirlpool, everything flooded back to him. They walked hand in hand, enjoying their conversation. He questioned her regarding her training with beta Valor, and she felt compelled to tell him the truth that things weren't progressing well. "I'm glad you told me," Nigel murmured. "Father must be pissed." "Yeah, he is big mad," Miranda whispered. "I just wish I knew how mom is doing, especially after learning that father whipped you," he paused. "I'm so sorry, Miranda." "It's OK, it's not your fault." Miranda felt guilty for keeping what truly happened to Peaches from Nigel. "I know, even so, I wish I was there for you." "Believe me, you should feel grateful that you missed what he did to Peaches." "MIRANDA!" Taurus boomed. "Crap," Miranda cursed und
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 81: TIGHT PUSSY
MIRANDA'S POV "Where do you buy your perfume?" He asked out of the blue. We seized our splashes and worked to catch our breaths. "At an outlet." "Oh, I think I will get some when we go home. I've run out, and I like how it smells." "OK," I let out with a questioning tone. "Cool," he answered. "You're weird," I wrinkled my nose. "I am?" He challenged, moving impossibly closer to me so that my chest was touching his, causing me to gulp in exhilaration and also intimidation. I thought we were done touching for now. "Yes you are." "Well you're beautiful, Miranda." What? "Are you high or something?" I snorted, trying to act unaffected, although my heart was beating at an inhumanly fast speed. "I can't be here for this," Taurus rumbled. "I'm out." I felt Taurus drifting away, refusing to endure us any further. He shook his head. "I'm completely sober." "Well thank you, I guess," I replied, swallowing hard. "You're beautiful too, Nigel." "I know," he smir
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 80: BLUE LAGOON
MIRANDA'S POV I was really nervous and couldn't believe I was actually skinny-dipping in an enchanted lagoon with Nigel Vanderwolf. I was too busy asking myself why the heck was I doing this to notice Nigel swimming closer to me. "Why do you look so constipated?" He asked. I shifted my gaze in a shy manner, blushing as I realized he had noticed my uncertainty. "I am not constipated, I'm just..." His hands around my shoulders cuts my speech. "Nervous? But there's nothing to be nervous about," he chuckled. "Look around you, we're in a mystical place swimming in the bluest lagoon I've ever seen." "Yes, but we're also naked," I told him, my mind trying to think about something other than us touching while we were both naked. "So what? We were born naked," he cackled. "Look Miranda, if you're gonna roll with werewolves, you've gotta learn how to swing in the nude 99 percent of the time." "Believe that," I heard Taurus let out. "I don't think I'll ever get used t
THE WEREWOLF SWITCH 79: CANNONBALL
THIRD-PERSON POV The group of heroes continued following the nymph until they started to notice a surreal light filtering from between some palm trees that stood in line like soldiers, but up further there were a few that were woven together almost like fabric. The branches formed one huge canopy over the top of this charming spot. While the friends studied the branches, they became aware of their surroundings. In the stillness, the wind serenaded a sweet melody through the air. The breeze against their cheeks felt like tiny wet kisses against their skin. As the leaves rustled together, they formed a soothing ambiance that enveloped the group, making them feel secure and tranquil. The echoes of laughter and idle conversations filled the air around them. With each step they took, the noise increased in volume. The sound of birds singing and flutes playing romantic ballads also filled the air. Izanna made an abrupt stop and instructed everyone to be quiet before she pulled
