Short Story

Knowing you have a mate gives you a strange type of high. You know you'll never be able to hold him, or love him or even admire him from afar without getting slander from the whole pack and yet, you still somehow find yourself hoping that maybe this is the moment when you finally break out of the prison of an isolated life.

I gawked at the crowd of kids, why did they have to make so much noise, or move so much? I hated how new I was to this, but I kept on.

You growled and lashed out at the boy who stood in front of you with a knife wielded in their hand. The person simply dodged and kicked in the back of your legs,making you fall back onto the muddy grass that you were training on.

“The Outer-Ring,” he said, laughing at the irony as he braced for impact. “A new step for mankind.”

His frantic pacing had slowed, but hadn’t completely came to a stop yet. It was nice knowing that just by being in the same room with him he’d stop pacing like he had been. That just by staring at him, his frantic hair pulling and tussling would cease and it would just be her and the man she loved. Even if it was for just a split second, just a glimpse of the man she knew and loved, it was him and she enjoyed every second of it.

When Ryder turned his attention onto her, she did the same. Her dark hues started into his own. After all it was the right thing to do. She was taught that when someone spoke to you, you looked at them and give them your undivided attention. Especially when that person happens to be your boss. Of all the things she learned from the world before this, this had to have been the most simple of things, yet she still felt the urge to do it. Hearing him speak, her head would nod some. “Everything’s running smoothly, No problems to report, sir.” She spoke in an honest voice. There was honestly nothing going on with the power or water, which surprised her, since she got it up and running the damn things have given her problems almost every day.

hey said there would be a safe haven to the North, and that is where I am heading too. It’s the year 2153. It’s been 12 years since people caught the disease SOAP. Originally SOAP was supposed to cleanse the people from the ash falling down from the Great Eruption. SOAP mixed with the ash and mutated into something much more. The disease starts in your cerebrum and slowly takes over your body till you have no control. People call those diseased people Nothings.

A warm breath tickled the hairs on the alpha's neck. He frowned and straightened his back slowly opening his eyes. A pair of dusty blue eyes stared right back at him. The alpha frowned and turned over holding back a yawn.

A content smile was an immediate reaction to the quip directed at him as he readily turned heel and followed after his roommate, but skillful digits made sure to click the lock in a swift movement as a precaution that would hopefully ensure no intruders were there to greet them upon returning home. Lifting a delicate, well-sculpted brow, he didn’t bother to suppress the slightly startled laughter that slipped passed his lips at the response to his casual inquiry. Keeping his gaze steady, yet light-hearted Rhys removed the obstructive candy he treasured with a resounding pop and dangled it loosely between two firm fingers out of reflex. “Guess the cats out of the bag.” A teasing tone made the comment an off-handed one, and the glinting

Jared sat next to Jensen during dinner picking at his food. There was so much he wanted to say but didn’t know how to start.

state of berserk to further enhance the knowledge of his subconsciousness and self-awareness. He started to mentally prepare himself for battles of the future yet to come. In this perfect berserk state Mascious had found his power and some times glimpses of the future had come to him. It was in these waters glowing blue from natural bioluminescence that seemed to feed from his power and in turn gave him the glowing water to develop his abilities. His mind sometimes flashed back to his younger years when he had taken over the misty mountain and his kingdom of which he now controlled. During his years of servitude to Destroyer Apollyon he had developed a trust in which he was allowed to be close to him in times of vulnerability and when

My sister took in heavy breaths. She was getting a stress attack. Those were never ever good for her.

He first glimpsed the sun as it rose above the bell of a French horn.

It was Christmas Eve day in London, England 2015 and Baltimore was in a staring with his cat Shawlings. “Blast!!!” he called out. “You’ve beaten me once again in another staring contest, Shawlings. I don’t know how you do it”. Shawlings starred as Baltimore hopped off of his bed to get his phone and text his all-time and only best friend Sebastian. Baltimore: Hey, Bastian, you wanna come over now?... He noticed that Sebastian hadn’t texted back as fast as usual. He looks over to Shawlings. “He isn’t texting back like he usually does, Shawlings… Oh well I guess I’ll just call him in about five minutes” he said; jumped onto the bed to continue his staring contest with Shawlings.

As Harry stepped into the home of Andromeda Tonks, he was blown away. With it’s high ceilings and lavish decorations, it was almost regal in appearance. He was reminded to an extent of the Malfoy Manor, at least what little of it he had seen. Hermione and Ron trailed behind him, along with Mrs. Weasley. The rest of the Weasleys had either not been able to make it, or simply didn’t want to go. Ron had decided to go only out of reluctance, as well as several days of begging from Harry. Hermione came with Ron, and Mrs. Weasley joined them, though Harry wasn’t sure why. The only reason Harry had agreed to come to Thanksgiving at Andromeda’s was because Teddy, his godson, had requested it, and Harry couldn’t say no to him. Harry heard heeled