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.

The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,

"Hey mom, what did you need?" She says holding a plate with cookies on it. "This is Niall, could you show him up to his room please?" She says with a gentle smile. Gemma nods grabbing my bags and heading up the stairs. I follow her quietly up the stairs and down the hallway to a room with two wide doors. She opens them quickly and walks over to the bed, laying my suitcases on top of the bed. "Wow, this room is amazing." I say looking all around. "Yeah it is!" Gemma says with a little laugh. I start unpacking my things and once i'm finished i head back downstairs and walk into the kitchen. In their I see Ann, and her son Harry cooking dinner. "It smells amazing in here" I say standing in the doorway. Ann turns around and smiles. "Niall come on in, Harry this is Niall, he will be staying with us from now on." She says. "Hey i'm Harry, nice to meet you" Harry says with a bit of an annoyed tone. "Nice to meet you too" I say shaking his hand. "Dinner will be done soon, so you can sit at the counter if you'd like. There is tea and soda in the fridge if you'd like something to drink, and the cups are in that cabinet above the fridge." She

“What the hell is he doing here?” John asked when he opened the motel door to see his son with Sam Campbell.

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

I walk to the garage which is giant , filled with nice cars with pretty colors.  Not me though i hop on my baby a black Ducati  since I was the leader I got choice of what car I wanted or whatever so I got a sexy beast.

Black, all he could see, among the ever encroaching darkness of night. Numb, all he could feel as scenes of death unfolded around him. “Go through first!” He shouted to his men, as they scrambled blindly toward cover. The screams of his men mingled with the sounds of the firefight created a cacophony that seemed like it would never end. The second wave of gunfire would soon ensue, leaching the land of life in one foul swoop. Despite this, he felt calm, knowing it would all end soon, and he would finally be taken to gates of heaven and accepted into god's loving embrace. He understood that he was young, but the war had seemingly aged him decades. No one would truly understand him, and he didn’t want them to understand, for that would mean

Side by side, the women walked, silent, tension stiffening their spines. Joan pressed her free hand against her belly, trying to quell a sharp pang of nausea. Saying goodbye would not be easy.

Odin shakes his head. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COMMAND CENTER Asher realizes he has to take on Moss.

The now silent, smoking flats reeked of death. At the top of the plateau, Indrid Cole’s recent home was being invaded. Once again, there would be no more Capital of Men and, most likely, no more King.

Other than one awakening to use the chamber pot, Joan slept straight through until the following morning. The smell of warm oats and honey drifting over to the bed woke her. She sat, well-rested, but an undercurrent of tension was present. It was difficult to fully relax when images of the past few days flashed through her mind without warning: the beatings, Alis’s rape, and the forest where they’d almost frozen to death. She and Perceval had spoken about battle fatigue, and how memories of suffering and carnage seen in war could affect a man years later, and Joan wondered if this would be the same for her and her friends. How was one to lead a calm and peaceful life after having endured such terror whenever creak and boot fall made one

Slade Thorley peers through the grungy window of the apartment he shares with his friends. Several beggars sit outside, looking more dejected by the minute. None of them seem to notice the scruffy blonde Missourian. “When’ll this end?” he wonders aloud, as much to himself as to the other two.

The fire had died down, and it became difficult to see the cards anymore. Andy collected and counted his runs and matches, but he had nothing on Alarick, to whom he lost few more dollars.

Embarrassed, Robert turned away. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said as headed into the storeroom. Then he turned and added, “I’ll go and see what I can do with those cretins of yours.” “They’re not bloody mine,” Alice retorted, half-miserably, half-jokingly. And with that he’d smiled, pushed open the door to her room and walked out into the fray.

He took a bit of his cereal “Dad. We are friends.” Rob looked down at his phone “Good because if she was your girlfriend, she wouldn’t be in the same house as you.” Tomas rolled his eyes “I don’t see what the big deal would be with that.” Just as Rob was going to say something, I came downstairs; I sat next to Rob, he looked at me “Do you drink coffee? Or want some breakfast? I could make some eggs and toast.”