37 Days From Now Novels & Stories

6 weeks later *Dawn* Today marks a pivotal moment in Will’s journey… his operation day has finally arrived. Despite knowing that the procedure is relatively safe, I can’t shake the underlying anxiety bubbling within me. This is a significant operation, one that targets a delicate area of his body, and the stakes feel incredibly high.

No more making myself small. She stood up. She turned to Cass. How much time did I just lose? He was quiet. Tell me. The shift was almost full. The fight. The healing. He took a breath. Two weeks. Maybe more. She touched her temple. The grey streak was wider. Her hair felt brittle. Three hundred and thirty-seven days left, she said. Cass nodded. Her mother made a sound like a wounded animal. Three hundred and thirty-seven days, Regina repeated. That's all you have?

“How are you feeling?” “Very sore, but okay. What was your phone call about?” “Rif wanted to know how you were and if we were coming to the luna ceremony.” Ethan didn’t look at me but kept watching Transformers. “It’s in two days.” I asked, trying to remember what day of the week it was. “Yes, but you need to heal, and it would be too early for us to go.” It sounded so final, leaving no room for discussion. “It’s Wednesday. That gives me two days to heal.”

Three days is not a long time. Three days is, in fact, the exact amount of time a person can go from being a person who is happy to be a person who is panicking. Three days is the exact amount of time between. I want people to know I am with you too, and I have not heard from him since Tuesday, and I am a person who is fine.

I looked at the calendar, at the date circled in bright red for our bonding ceremony. Now, it was my departure date. Countdown: Thirteen days. I opened my laptop and clicked reply. “I accept your invitation.”

Her mom panicked, shaking her head vehemently. "Think about it. Think about what you're going to gain. Anyways, I'm going to give you folks some time to think about it. Let's say for about two weeks and three days, because that's the time I have left. If after that period you haven't come to a conclusion, there won't be any deal between us." He coughed uncontrollably, which made his bodyguard, who was on standby by the side, rush to his side, giving him some pats and some pills.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

*Chapter 83* Thirty Days* *Word count: ∼1860~words* The envoy left at dawn, and with them went the last bit of quiet Red Fang had earned. Thirty days. That’s what the council gave them. Thirty days of no attacks, no border shifts, no excuses. After that, River Claw could move again. And if Red Fang struck first, the council wouldn’t intervene. The parchment had the seal, the date, the names. It didn’t make it feel any more real.

The night they arrived, he even posted something online to make it clear he thought I was copying him. In our seventh year, the gift was the divorce agreement. Seven years, and looking back, the distance between us had grown the entire time without me noticing. Two notifications came through on my phone. One was from Vera that read, “Sean, nine tomorrow morning. Do not forget.” The other was from Austin. “Last night of our seven-day romance. Vera says she wants to make it a night to remember.” My eyes stayed on the paintings for one last moment before I switched off the screen.

Three hundred thirty-eight scratches on the wall. Twenty-seven days to go. Less than a month. Brynn could feel the end now the way you feel warmth before you see the fire. Twenty-seven days, and then the council's deadline, and then a gate that opened outward instead of locking her in.