Anyway I Started Blasting Novels & Stories

TYSON "Is this the best way to do it?" I asked Blake, staring at the small shot glass in front of me. "Yeah, that's how we started. First we drank small vials until we regained our ability to shift into our wolves. And that's when the injections started." "Fuck, this shit smells horrible." As I brought the shot glass to my face, stomach acid traveled up to my throat in reaction. I didn't know if I'd be able to get it down without retching.

Someone blew up my house. Someone blew up my fucking house. And nearly me with it.

ETHAN'S POV “Fuck” I groan, biting my lips as if it will take away the pain I have in my fingers for knocking them against the steel table while trying to knock the blaring alarm off it. Best way to start a day 101: Get an alarm to disturb you the moment you start to enjoy your sleep, then while trying to shut the asshole of an alarm off bang your hand against the table instead. “Stupid alarm” I mutter to myself while flinging it out the window.

Alex: The blaring sound of my alarm echoed through my room the following morning, forcing my eyes open. “Fucking hell.” I groaned and reached out for the alarm and slammed it into silence. I tossed on the bed with my body wrapped around the thick blanket, knowing well that the night was not one that I enjoyed.

In this pack—after Eric switched up— I ranked lower than a stray. Right then, I had no one.

BLAKE’S POV Oh, never will I ever do a keg stand again! I woke up feeling like a truck had knocked me off the road and unto a train track and I was run over by said train one hundred times! My head hurt, the lights hurt my eyes and my tongue felt like sandpaper.

I pouted like a stubborn kid. "Ok, then you will hear her." He said dialling someone on his phone. "Hey, you busy?" He said to his phone. "Okay, there is someone who wants to hear your voice." He gave me his phone, I snatched his phone harshly, he hissed and glared at me. "Hello, baby?!" I asked in confusion. "Hey Blaze." The sweet voice that entranced me for weeks, I missed her so fucking much. "Baby, are you okay?"

As I got outside to my car, I kicked at the tires , shouting, “fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The person made sure to leave no hint. What next do I do? I’m out of options.

“Hey, that’s Icicle Blast. Savor it. That’s the good stuff.” It is not. My stomach revolts as the lukewarm liquid sloshes and settles, but I breathe through it and struggle onto my wobbly legs. I’m vaguely aware that I’m still in shock. I must be because I’m not crying, and I’m not huddled in a hysterical ball with ‘did you leave any virgin holes?’ echoing in my brain.

BLAZE I withdrew, grabbing his legs and lifting them up onto my shoulders. His eyes widened even further, his mouth opening to ask something, but I didn’t give him the time to do it. With a single brutal push, I entered him fully, and his question was lost in a scream. “Blaze—!”