Always Hold Onto Smallville Novels & Stories

"We hold both, or we hold nothing." The ground shuddered again, harder this time, and somewhere beneath the earth, something vast and ancient turned its full attention, at last, toward the small, desperate circle trying to decide its fate, a presence I could feel pressing against the edges of my mind like a held breath finally beginning to release. "Stop," I heard Wren's strain fracturing her voice. "It's building toward the threshold, I need more time, just a little longer, hold the line just a little longer."

"Do you still remember this?" I took it and recognized it instantly. "I do," I responded with a small smile. My eyes misted over. "I can't believe you still have it." "I never threw it away." He held my hand, drawing circles over the back of it. He continued, "I know how much you've been through all these years. From now on, I won't let anyone hurt you again. Our alliance will be your strongest shield, and I'll be the one you can always rely on."

He has a way of hanging a lantern in the dark without telling you which path to take. We moved before noon: Lyra, Thorn, two runners I didn’t know, Jason because he refused to be left, Jasper because the line would lose its shape without him, and me because the crescent beat a quiet drum only I could hear. Vivian stayed to keep the Holdfast from devouring itself in our absence. She pressed Elara’s blue-stitched cloth into her breast pocket like a vow she could not yet cash.

Not when I was barely holding on myself. “I have to go,” I said, stepping around him. My voice was steady, but my heart was breaking all over again. “Alice,” he called out, grabbing my hand. “Wait!” I stopped, looking down at where his hand held mine. His grip was loose, like he was afraid I would vanish if he held too tight. “Just tell me there’s a chance,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Even a small one. Give me something to hold onto.”

She flinched slightly but didn’t look at him. Adrian reached out, placing a steadying hand over hers. “We’re going to get her back.” Her breathing was unsteady, her fingers tightening around his. “If anything happens to her, Adrian…” His grip on her hand tightened. “It won’t.” Oliver pulled onto a darkened side street, stopping just short of the old warehouse district. Lucas’ car was already parked nearby, his security team blending into the shadows. Adrian turned to Bella. “Stay in the car.”

"Yes, I will hold on for you, for us. I will hold on as long as I can. I will be strong too for us. I will give it my best shot too. I know it's not going to be easy but…I will hold on until the time comes." I assured him, looking so deep in those grey eyes and his lips curved into a smile. His eyes changed subtly into gentleness and he pulled me into a tight hug. "MINE!"He said possessively and his grip around me tightened even more as though he was afraid that I would disappear into thin air.

Can you hold everything steady for twelve hours? I look at Nadia across the kitchen table. I look at Fiona in the chair behind her, who has been listening to everything with the focused stillness of someone who is terrified and choosing not to be. I think about Arden somewhere in Silver Hollow right now, maintaining the pattern, cleaning the building of the man who raised him and intends to use him as a shield. "Yes," I tell Garrett. "We can hold it for twelve hours." I end the call.

And somewhere inside the house, two women hold onto each other. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that holding on is not the same as clinging. It's choosing. Every day. Again and again. End of Chapter 160

"I want you to have this. So we are never truly out of reach. I'll get the other from Amelia." He took it, his large hand dwarfing the small sphere. He didn't look at it. His gaze remained locked on mine, intense and searching. "I'll keep it with me always." He closed his fist around it, a silent vow. "We will continue to train. We will prepare our forces. We will be ready when you call."

Students averted their gaze, though some girls whispered and giggled in awe. Demuel stepped aside, holding Conrad up for Vikron to see. Vikron’s jaw clenched. His fists tightened. Every inch of him screamed controlled fury, a dangerous, possessive storm barely restrained. Camille froze. “You can take care of him, Demuel,” Vikron growled, voice low and lethal. “I don’t want my hands soiled when I hold hers.” He turned to Camille. “Follow me.” “Me?” Camille stammered.