All Chapters of The new worlder: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Noxius wasn't just a brute; he was fast. Faster than I could track while riding a high of pure ego. He spun around with a snarl, his own claws extended Before I could reset my stance, he lashed out, his claws tearing through the sleeve of my sweater and deep into my upper arm. The force of the blow sent me spinning. And rolled through the grit and dust. I scrambled to a sitting position and immediately clamped my hand over the wound. I pulled my hand back for a split second to see the damage. Blood, bright, hot, and way too much of it, was already soaking into the wool of my sleeve. The gashes were deep, four angry red lines carved into my skin. "Damn it," I hissed through gritted teeth. It burned like fire, and I knew right then that if I survived this, I’d be wearing a permanent reminder of this day on my arm. It wasn't life-threatening, I didn't think, but the shock of the pain made my vision swim. Suddenly, he lunged. His grip was like iron as he dragged me up

I woke up to Monty’s shouts outside the door. "She’s here? She’s alive?" I didn’t know how long I had sat under the spray of the water yesterday, crying until my eyes burned. By the time I had crawled out, the house was dark and everyone had already gone to bed. I had peeled off my wet, ruined clothes and looked at the gash on my arm. Too exhausted to care, I simply tied a sweatshirt around it, hoping for the best. I had walked into our room and collapsed into bed. There, I had buried my face in his pillow, breathing in his scent, and cried some more.Help me... Connie. Help me... Connie. Nooo.It was a dream, the same sentence, over and over again, haunting my sleep. Was it a trick, or did he actually need help? Hadn't I told him I would help him when I first arrived? Why couldn't I? Because he kills people. He is a walking instrument of torture.  I pulled on some clothes and stepped out into the hallway to check on

Seeing Ruth change is like watching a storybook come to life. Her entire little body is covered in fluffy yellow-ish feathers that looks so soft you just want to bury your face in it. But beneath all that softness are thin bird legs with sharp, black claws. Her large, brown eyes blink curiously at me, and the white markings above them give her an almost human expression of surprise. Her oversized ears twitch at every tiny sound from the forest, and her little yellow beak lets out a soft squeak. Only her small black horns remain the same, poking through the fluff, the only part of her that stayed recognizable. We walked out into the open field and lay down in the tall grass. We stayed there, watching the clouds drift by in the vast sky above. Ruth let out occasional little squeaks, but I couldn't understand a word of what she was saying. As the wind rustled the blades of grass around us, I lay there and thought about everything. I thought about my own numbered da

A gnawing ache grew in my chest, a mixture of grief over my numbered days and pure, sheer terror of what was waiting up there. My fingers trembled as I tightened the mantle around my shoulders. I had to keep going, but with every meter the forest retreated, it felt as if I were leaving safety behind for good. I was prey walking straight into the hunter's territory.  I scrambled over the massive boulders, my muscles aching as I fought for every inch of progress. Then, I saw them, two enormous rocks that looked as if they had once been a single mountain, now split down the middle. Between them lay a narrow path of loose pebbles, waiting to lead me into the heart of the mountain.A thick, heavy mist clung to the space between the stones, completely obscuring what lay ahead. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and stepped into the fog. As I emerged on the other side, I found myself in a hidden valley of solid stone tucked between the peaks, where ja

The weight vanishes from my back, but before I can even process the release, a sharp, pained whimper echoes from one of the creatures. Suddenly, I’m yanked upward by the collar of my mantle. A powerful shove sends me stumbling forward, and my instincts take over. I start running, my boots clattering against the stone, desperate to put distance between me and the monsters. I can hear the heavy thud of a creature right on my heels. I refuse to look back, I don't want to see the jaws or the claws. I’m running blind, my mind a blur of terror, when I realize I’m heading straight for a narrow opening in the mountainside. No, I think, panic flaring. I’m not going in there. It’s a cage.I try to pivot, shifting my weight step by step to turn back toward the valley, but the presence behind me is too fast. A grip like iron clamps down on my arm, and I am violently hauled into the dark mouth of the cave, dropping my knife in the proc