Abandoned Novels & Stories

I pretended not to hear it. Only after completely leaving Blackwater Pack territory did I press the power button, destroying all means of contact. Goodbye forever, Gabriel.

She knelt beside my body, gripping my cold, stiff hands, her sobs raw and unrestrained, a sound reminiscent of a wolf mourning its dead pup. "Ava, my little girl..." Her voice cracked, breaking into a heart-wrenching wail. It was the kind of grief that could shatter souls, a primal sound that resonated with the wolves who heard it. I reached out instinctively, desperate to touch her, to soothe her pain—but I had no physical form. My whispers of comfort dissipated into nothingness. She sought justice, as any mother would. She went to Lucas, demanding answers–Demanding to know why he abandoned her daughter in a place that no wolf should ever be left to die.

I needed to change the rules of the game. ⸻ The journey to the abandoned village took hours. Hidden deep within the forest, it had once belonged to a rogue pack before being wiped out years ago. Now, it was nothing but crumbling buildings and overgrown streets—a ghost town. Perfect for an ambush. “This place gives me the creeps,” Mira muttered as she kicked aside a broken wooden sign. Damien scanned the area. “It’s defensible. We can set traps.” I studied the surroundings. The buildings, though deteriorating, provided cover. The trees pressed close enough to block easy access, and the winding paths made it difficult for large groups to move through quickly.

If Ghost believed Adrian had the key to whatever his parents left behind, then he wouldn’t stop until he got it. Adrian lowered his gun but didn’t step back. “Where is the last place my parents were before they were attacked then? Specter’s smirk faltered slightly. “Why?” Adrian’s voice was cold. “Because if they left something for me, that is where I will find it.” Specter hesitated, then sighed. “There is an abandoned property. A safehouse, just outside the city. It was theirs.” Matteo glanced at Adrian. “I have never heard of it.”

He could dream on. He was never getting out in this life. Perhaps, he won't even live out his life. I closed my phone, grabbed my suitcase, and left for the airport without looking back. I would never return to this city ever again, in this life.

Stating that he had never lost his love for it just the time to be able to do it. I wash my body the best I can rubbing soap all over the huge bump that was my belly. I close my eyes as a wave of vertigo washes over me. Bracing my hand on the wall I searched for the tether to Sunny, she was the only other person here right now. Nick had to go to a neighboring pack about a crisis they were having. Caterina was at the cabin where she and Simon now live, and the girls were at school. I tug on the invisible cord opening the link.

I said touching a building beside the bar as directed on the map. “Oh yes, that’s a motel” He said standing up looking towards the map. “It’s been abandoned for years now” He added “Why?” I said return a serious look at him “Well it was still owned by Mr Muafo,” He said. “Mr munafo just wanted a nice bar and a motel” He said smiling at me “So if the place is abandoned then …” I said before something popped into my head. “Fuck” I muttered as I perked up to my feet.

Nora P.O.V The abandoned building was nothing more than a skeletal remnant of its past, a place where time had stripped away every ounce of dignity. Its shattered windows allowed the cold night air to seep in, carrying the distant sounds of the city. Graffiti covered the crumbling walls, years of layered tags creating a chaotic tapestry of colors and messages that no one would ever bother to decipher. Dust drifted lazily through the air, catching in the dim moonlight that filtered through the broken ceiling, giving the space an eerie, almost dreamlike quality.

The morning sun cast long, unforgiving shadows across the apartment's living room, illuminating the wreckage of a life built on sand. The discarded remnants of the celebratory dinner—a half-empty bottle of champagne, a crumpled tablecloth, and the sad, congealed mess of salmon on the floor—were a brutal testament to the previous night’s collapse.

That was the first, but certainly not the last time, Abigail got high. They sent the night together. Abigail told Azria that she was kicked out of her moms house and he let her stay with him. Azria lived on his own, his parents died when he was sixteen and he emancipated himself. After that night Abigail didn’t return to school. Instead she spent the days getting high in Azrias apartment. Five months passed by and Abigail was always sick and in pain constantly. Azria suggested going to the E.R but that would only cause more problems because she was underage and had been reported as a runaway.