Anchored Novels & Stories

Even these gross hard ginger candies my mother-in-law told me about don't work. Disgusted at the thought of eating another one, I toss the offending candy back in my drawer and slam it shut just as Steve jumps out of his chair, arms raised victoriously. "Woo hoo! Nailed it! Did you see that three-pointer?" he yells, eyes still glued to the monitor. "Nailed it!"

These wolves were easy twice the size of Eli, who was the largest in our pack. I watched as he shifted and walked over to my window. His black hair and brown eyes were mesmerizing and had me captured the moment I looked out of the window beside me. He indicated to me to open the window and I shook my head. My window hadn’t rolled down in forever. My car was old. Then he indicated that I should unlock my door and I closed my eyes, swallowing hard to get rid of the knot in my throat before opening the door and slipping out of my car.

She ask authoritatively. "Yes ma" i murmured quickly. "You should rest, than saying in this hot place" "Am restless" I say. Looking up from her task, she shakes her head incredulously. Murmuring something about children and old age. Washing my hands in the sink, I join her, the process makes my eyes sting with tears. We walk in comfortable silence, Mama Anena is a middle aged woman, she has been like a guardian to me since I arrived here. We meet when I was helping Ebere out, when she was on kitchen duty. She's reversed and calm, her massive shape makes her intimidating but nevertheless she's kind without a fault.

Dani realized as she said the words that they hadn't really been a question. "More or less. If I hadn't stepped up the humans would have found out about us. It was getting bad. But things are more or less back to normal. Other than the fact that we somehow have a larger than normal rogue population." "Yeah, how-" "No, no, no, Anna. You've had your turn and have asked more than your share of questions. It's my turn now. As unofficial Alpha I get to ask you a few questions of my own." He turned to her as they reached the edge of the river, looking up at the steep green slope on the other side of the blue grey water before turning and eyeing her neck, his hand moving quickly and pushing down th

“You need to sever my connection to the magic. Force it out of me before it collapses on itself.” Frederick frowned. “That’s possible?” “Possible? Yes,” Alan said. “Survivable?” He smirked weakly. “Not so much.” Frederick’s stomach twisted. “You mean—” “If you take the magic out of me forcefully, it won’t have an anchor anymore,” Alan said. “It will lash out, looking for something else to attach to. And if you’re not careful…” His smirk widened. “It’ll find you instead.” Frederick’s heart pounded. “And if I refuse?”

Iris is really excited, his little arm tries to drag Daisy “Go boating.” Daisy jumps on the boat first, makes it shake, about to capsize. Iris's face turned pale, as white as a paper sheet, can’t move. Daisy has to jump back. Sitting with Iris on the bamboo bridge, watching the fish and shrimp swimming underwater. Half an hour passed. Daisy is able to hold Iris on the boat but he is still afraid.

Erica looked up from under the table to see what was happening, her eyes were very tiny and blue. "You would do nothing Mr Johnson!" Miriam yelled. That is what she always calls Andrew when ever they are thick in between an argument, Mr Johnson is what you here everywhere and not the usual sweet names. "Let go of my shirt Miriam, let go!" He yelled back trying to get her hands off his shirt but she rather tightened her grip on it and made ugly faces at him. Andrew was getting even more upset, Erica could clearly see depression in her father's eyes as he struggled to get Miriam's hands off his shirt, this seemed like an impossible mission.

~Abella A soft click by my ear wakes me. For a moment, all I see is darkness. I try sit up, but my arms don’t respond. My wrists, which dangle above my shoulders, are shrouded in a cool, hard metal, which as I startle fully awake, the yanks of protest don’t free me. Chains clang together, a signal of my capture, even if I’m still too groggy to determine where I am, or who has tied me down.

Jae's eyes narrowed. "Because they're not targets." Claire understood. "They're anchors." Jae nodded. Something beneath Chicago roared. The subway tunnel shook violently. Miyan looked at Hazel. "What's an anchor?" Jae answered without looking away from the screen. "A place where something can enter without crossing the distance between here and there." Hazel's blood ran cold. "You mean portals." "No." Jae finally looked at her. "Something worse." The black eye appeared again. This time, Hazel saw something beneath it.

The role ratted over the old steel rope, sparks burst into the hot canyon air. The wind ripped on him, but the Apex kept its massive body rigid like a board. We stopped breathing. A few seconds later Kael hit with a hard jerk on the opposite cliff. He landed smoothly springing on the rusty Grids of the old bridge anchor. He turned around immediately, waved us and raised the thumb. “Sicher!” said his voice over the Com-Link in our ears. ‘The anchorage holds. Silas, it's your turn." The historian swallowed hard, clinked trembling and closed his eyes before