Among Us Story Novels & Stories

Not when Athena is here. "No danger will come to you if you just shut your ass looking mouth." I said before leaving. I saw her scanning Amos’ room of practices. Amos is a former augur in our world. He’s not part of our pack, but he came from the same world as mine. He chose to live a life outside our reality, which is why we both met. Looking at Athena’s innocent burdened me more. Amos is right, Amos has a point, of course. I brought her here even though I knew it was the full moon. because I'm self-assured and can control my shifting

“Which is? There’s a ton of them.” He looked at them and stared at them one by one as he dramatically held his breath while opening his mouth. “Amongst us!” Breathed out. “Amongst us? What is that?” Unfortunately, none of them were up-to-date about the game in the Upperworld. They were too busy enriching themselves with realist experiences and sometimes, played ‘amongst us’ without even them knowing that. After all, these people were not too fond of sitting in front of the computer and wasting their time by simply doing nothing. Hunting the enemy was their sole purpose. The life and death experience was enough for them.

Tony was gone and the only thing Amy could give him before his untimely death was her phone number and a kiss on the cheek. What was happening around Amy wasn’t a dream. Her reality kept slapping her in the face. She also felt like she was in a movie or a Sci-fi Horror Fantasy novel. Her situation reminded her of a fantasy story she wrote when she was fifteen, about a young girl who lost her parents when an alien race invaded Earth and killed them. She felt her story taking on a life of its own. She never expected to experience a real-life invasion. The Death Row Infantry-men was an enigmatic horror to Amy. She knew they weren’t aliens. What confused her was that they didn’t seem like they b

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

In less than 2 minutes everyone is there. "what is this about?" Ajax grumpily asks, probably just woken up from a nap, his hair is messy and his shirt is ripped- wait that isn't a nap. I suddenly blush when I realise they're all looking at me Ashley shakes her head, and then tells the problem to the gang, "we met Armstrong. " "you mean jaxon Armstrong?" Eli asks. Ashley : "no Neil Armstrong, yes of course bloody jaxon Armstrong" "oh shit." I hear ajax growl

"As we all know we are setting on a rescue journey" "And we are sticking together as a team, and together we must conquer and bring her back" "I wouldn't tell her strong and how to off this maybe and I wouldn't as well so that would be too easy or easy!" "Only our fate determines, we have just today 2 attack at the midnight of tomorrow's night" Aaron what's in addressing his pack and as well the Army of Souls. And the presence of everyone who is to site along them during the war are all there.

We'd gone over the state of the Blood Moon Pack financially and politically in bother the supernatural world and the human world. "Can we talk about something less serious?" Amos asked. "At least more exciting than we made more money this month than last month, and we're set to make even more next month. Hurray." Trent laughed. "Sure, how about the report on Michelle's date." Amos grinned, and I appreciated how excited he was. Amos was the best beta I could ask for and a damn good manager of the security force. He and Blue were the best thing that had ever happened to Blood Moon.

A woman answered quietly, taking a deep breath. I was even more confused but before I could ask questions I heard a loud cough come from my side. “What is wrong?” I asked softly, whispered to Amos by my side. “It's nothing, I'm fine,” he said calmly but I could tell it was a lie. His voice broke as he spoke but it was too late in the night to see his face clearly. The drive was long and quiet, with some people trying to catch their breath. We returned to what I guessed was supposed to be a shelter but we were met with a big shocker.

***POV:Amara*** It’s been over a week since Trent and his search team left on their mission to find survivors. They sent back 7 survivors almost immediately. The survivors have done extremely well, working, assimilating, settling into their new homes. They are even well liked. I am glad that it has been an easy transition, gives me hope for the future of our colony. My future on the other hand is looking bleak.

"1876. It's the siren this time." It was a statement. Jinny probably takes note of who appears in his dreams for the past six months. It's either someone he left to die or someone he killed himself, and they're all after revenge. It doesn't really bother him because they have all been long gone and bitten the dust, but it gets tiring to wake up with beads of sweat despite being in a fully air-conditioned room every single significant day. Joaquin's over it. "Yeah, bummer. I was hoping for some cute action, but you know how shit turned out in that story. Very short."