A Tangeled Web Novels & Stories

They showed them their archives, where tapestries depicted not just their own story, but the stories of countless worlds, all connected by the weave. “Magic is a web,” the lead weaver said, gesturing to a giant tapestry that covered an entire wall. “Your world, ours, others—we’re all part of it. When one grows stronger, we all do. When one falters, we feel it.” They smiled at Ellie. “The echo in her palm strengthened the web, making this meeting possible.”

“It’s never clean, is it? The money, the motives. It’s always tangled.” I thought of the cupcake, the petition, the handwritten note, the virtual worlds. “No,” I agreed. “It’s not clean. But the herring run is real. The eelgrass is real. The trail we want to build is real.” I looked around at them—my fellow tanglers, my partners in the forever, messy fight. “That’s what we’re for. The real things. However we have to get them.”

Nora’s POV The killer from that day. Did he actually follow me here? Did he— “Oh, fuck, you really came for me!” The girl, Athena from earlier squealed, rushing over to loop her arms around his neck. That’s when I saw it… Dark, heavy tattoos crawled down the sleeves of his black top, snaking all the way from his forearms down past his knuckles. I forced my gaze up to his face, finding his brows raised as he looked right at me. I blinked hard, brushing past him toward the hallway. Whatever urge I’d had to use the restroom completely vanished.

When her face suddenly went blank and in no time hardened she shrugged and brushed a swathe of her hair behind her ear. "I thought it was you. I was terrified but you haven't posted anything on your I*******m page or added to your story for a while now... " She broke off and sighed in relief, "Andrew went on a vacation at Turks and Caicos? " It wasn't any news to me and I didn't see the reason why I should act like it was. Snooping Elena's page lately was now my favorite guilty pleasure. It was the perfect way I loved to hurt. Her pages gave me reasons to live and feel the pain.

The sky hung low with a dusky orange glow as Ronnie and I sprinted toward the rusted barrels near the fence. The cheers behind us rose like a wave, feeding the chaos that buzzed through my blood. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop. We unscrewed the caps, tilted the canisters, and started pouring gasoline into the air—recklessly, wildly. Like it was a kind of prayer. Or a dare. The fumes wrapped around us, sharp and dizzying. My throat burned. My eyes watered. But still, we kept going.

"Fuck. This isn't good." "We should be able to override it if we use both our powers. We'd stand a better chance with Frog but he's probably standing by Tricksy as he deals with his loss." Tarsi pulled out his tangling needles and held them out in front of him in a flat 'x' pattern. They began to spark where they met in the middle.

“You can talk to me. We’re friends aren’t we?” She smirked and shook her head. “No. I’m a means to an end. I know how it works. You’ve got your mate, I’ll get your wolf back and you’ll drop me like a stone.” I winced as we walked into the dining room. The large, muscular figure of Tange was tied by his hands and feet with strong ropes around the stone dining table. Two huge stones were at either side of his head, presumably to stop him twisting. “That’s not true. You’re incredibly annoying but I swear we are friends. I trust you with my life. I want to know what has changed?”

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"Those webs belong to a long line of predator Tani native to the Jade Province." Marek turns to me, fear washing over him as he grabs my forearm. "We need to get out of here." "Wait...If it really is a Shadow Spider, we need to be careful," I warn, knowing that as I look around I’m not going to see it. This Tani is especially elusive, despite its size. "Their webs might look like nothing more than shadows, but they will wrap themselves around you, until she comes and finishes you off herself."

I felt a little relieved. The weather here was a little cold at evening or night time. I let my eyes wander to the orange sun and keep my dirty thoughts blocked in my mind. I couldn’t help but ask. I swear his endearment game was slowly becoming my undoing. First, it was love then baby. But now tesoro? I couldn’t afford such a distraction.