Anywhere You Run Novels & Stories

The God that wants to make me God. And I have nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to escape.

All I have to do now is run somewhere safe. I ran into a male figure after only two steps. ****

Run….Run…..Run…..Hffffff…..Ufff….Run…. “I have to …..ffffff………get…..fffff…..away…..out of …….the town……before……fffffff…..dawn” I have been running since more than last half an hour! It is dark all around except for the street lights. I don’t know where I am going even. I just kept running and running.

She was running and running along the path laid out not knowing where she was going. Eloisa ran all the way to the hospital from the pub, which was almost on the other end of the village. As soon as she heard the news, she closed the pub and ran all the way to the hospital. When she reached her mother's room, she saw her sleep and nurse fixing her saline tube. Eloisa entered the room and the nurse looked up at her. The room smelt so stale and filled with medicinal smell that it made her almost choke. She had never really liked hospitals anyway. She came to the hospital only three times including today. Not once she felt comfortable here. Hospitals always smell of stale and death to her. The

Instead, he says, "I think you should get going, my love." With a deep breath, I take off running, my feet pounding against the ground as I push myself to meet the challenge. The early morning air is crisp and invigorating, and despite my initial reluctance, I find myself embracing the workout. Blake and Nico's encouragement fuels my determination, and I know that this training is not just about physical endurance but about strengthening the bond and trust within the pack. As I complete the mile, breathless but triumphant, I end my run with my head up.

His path veered away from the main trail, his senses attuned to the hidden dangers and potential obstacles that lay in his way. The race unfolded amidst the backdrop of the sprawling forest, the canopy above casting dappled sunlight upon the runners. Each footfall reverberated with determination, their movements a dance of speed and strategy. The pounding of paws against the earth created a primal symphony, their synchronized rhythm echoing through the wilderness.

This time, in a language only Nicola can read. A single word. "Run."

It does not matter where I run. They will both follow...

he whispered in my ears as our packs cheers thundered around us. I looked around to see our family and friends all smiling at us and I realized in that moment, I had everything I would ever want or need. I was finally done running.

Whispering. “Run.”