Boner Alert Novels & Stories

"If we push it to 100%, the temporal feedback might liquify our internal organs." "Details," Leo waved his hand. "Do it for the content, Lyra. Imagine the memes." The door to the lab slid open with an angry hiss. Altair Hale strode in. He was wearing his Sunday casuals—which still meant a three-piece suit, just without the tie. He looked exhausted. "Why did I get a security alert regarding a 'Massive Energy Spike' in the basement?" Altair asked, rubbing his temples. "I was trying to nap. Do you know how rare naps are for me?"

"Then I'll think of something else. I always do." His phone buzzed again. He checked it. His grip on my shoulder tightened. "What?" I asked. He showed me the screen. It was a security alert. High priority. Red text. "Unidentified individuals detected in sublevel corridors. All personnel maintain lockdown positions. Do not engage." My blood went cold. "They're here. In the sublevels." "Looks like it." "How close?" Ronan scrolled through the alert. His face went pale. "Two floors up. And moving down."

"That's what possessions do. I'm not a thing to be fought over." "No, you're a person who three men have decided is worth dying for. There's a difference." He finally looked at her. "And for what it's worth, I agree with them." Before she could respond, alarms blared again. Different tone. More urgent. "What's that?" "Bunker breach warning. Something's trying to get through the outer door." He pulled up a new screen. Five wolves, working at the reinforced entrance with what looked like industrial cutting equipment. "How did they..."

I could feel my muscles tensing, ready to leap across the table or something. "Jackson--" An alert blared from my phone, startling both of us. I quickly checked the message, and my irritation turned to concern. It was a States-wide alert. "Emergency Alert: Please turn on the nearest television to the Werewolf States Emergency Channel." My heart raced as I read the message aloud to Jackson. We exchanged a worried look. This wasn't a common occurrence, and it was clear that something serious was happening. My irritation with him momentarily. I leaped from the table and hurried towards the living room. I fumbled for the remote and turned to the news. What we saw on the screen left me feeling de

The screen displayed a single anonymous message that blinked at me: “You’ve stirred the hornet’s nest. Be ready.”

Flashes from paparazzi cameras popped like lightning in the rearview mirror, and murmured voices still buzzed in the background, hungry for more. I reached out to the dashboard, flipping through radio stations absentmindedly. Static flickered in and out, brief clips of music or ads slipping past until a voice—clear and urgent—cut through the noise. “What the hell is this?” I muttered, halting on the channel. “Amber Alert,” the host’s voice announced, calm but grave. “A young rogue male has been reported missing. He was last seen wearing black khaki shorts and a blue shirt.” The words slammed into me like a cold gust. My stomach turned as I glanced at Dante. His eyes narrowed slightly, his ca

Just a family having breakfast on a Sunday morning. Then, the sound started. A vibration. First Dante’s phone on the glass coffee table. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Then mine, in my pocket. Buzz. Buzz. Then Irene’s, resting on the rug. It was a synchronized, electronic swarm. Dante’s hand stopped stroking my neck. The relaxed tension in his shoulders vanished instantly, replaced by the rigid alertness of a predator. "Don't," he commanded, his voice low. But Irene was already reaching for hers. "It’s... it’s a news alert," Irene said, frowning. "From everyone. The Post. TMZ. The Times."

That feels rude. LUS says, Emergency broadcast threshold expected within seventy-two seconds. “Noted.” Your pulse is elevated. “I’m watching civilization miss its exit.” Appropriate elevation. “Thank you for medically approving my dread.” The first alert hits at 6:16. Not the big one. Not yet. Phones across the city begin to chirp and buzz in tiny asynchronous bursts, like insects waking under the floorboards. Maya’s own phone lights up on the crate beside her. PUBLIC SAFETY ADVISORY.

"OMG. Look at that!" We turned in the direction that Alyx was looking in, and my mouth fell wide open. There was a couple not too far away from us having sex. Yes, having sex right there in the open. I shook my head in disgust. That's when I realized that one of those people was Aaden. "I hope he has on a condom." I heard Mason say as I turned my head away from that scene. "I doubt he does," Jarren replied. "Why?" I asked, letting curiosity get the best of me yet again. I felt Jarren shift under me. That question made him uncomfortable.

To fight more? One evening, I was in the kitchen chopping veggies for stew when my phone buzzed twice– it was the group chat with Kelly and Becca. I wiped my hands, "Grams, it's my friends." "Answer it," she said, stirring the pot. "They worry too." I opened the message, and my world tilted. Kelly: "Aliyah, oh god, you there? It's an emergency!" Becca: "Blood Bane Pack was attacked by a rival pack last night. It was bad, several people died in the brawl."