Born To Run Novel Novels & Stories

I stop and shudder every time he does it, but it only drives me to run faster and farther – to force him to prove himself by catching me. I don’t know where these instincts came from, and while I might not be able to explain them, there’s no denying how right this feels. Why have I never run barefoot through the woods before? Why have I never bathed in the light of the moon? Every second I spend in this wonderful wilderness makes me feel as though I’ve been living in the wrong skin my entire life – like a piece of my soul has been returned even though I never realized it was missing.

I am so utterly screwed beyond recognition. Nonetheless, I run. I run like my life depends on it because really, it might actually be the case. After what seemed like minutes of running, I looked around and saw nothing but the exact same thing everywhere I turned. What the hell? Is this just an endless maze of tall trees in darkness? Fuck! I can’t breathe anymore! When you’ve been starved and are close to just becoming skin and bones, you’re certainly not made for running. Or any other physical activity for that matter.

He wobbled across the patio on unsteady legs, his cheeks flushed from the cold, giggling as he chased a stray leaf. I scooped him up before he could tumble into the snow. He was different from Adrian. Where Adrian was shadows and steel, Ash was light. He had my eyes and a laugh that could melt the iciest corner of a room. We had named him Ash because, after the fire that took everything, something had risen from the blood and the ruin. He was our rebirth. "Are you keeping your brother out of trouble?" I asked, kissing Ash’s cold nose. Ash gurgled, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

A large sound clamoured nearby, I saw the guy in front of me looking up, and he said, "Run! Run! Hurry up!" Unknowingly, my feet began to run so fast, and I have no idea where to go. It's just my instincts telling me that I have to run faster than any run I ever did in my entire life. "Fuck this training."

My personality depends on the character I'll get from her. After hours of deliberating I finally stood up, wiped my tears away, put down the book I'd written, and prepared to run again. I knew I was deluding myself, since after all of this, no one would understand me, just as I don't understand myself. I was born on the run, and I'll keep running until I meet my end.

Gradually I cautiously moved my fingers, my arms until I was able to sit up. It was, at that moment when I sensed something, a primal energy coursing through me. It felt like a current surging with life and vitality. It seemed as though a powerful force of nature had taken hold of my being. But I was only 17. I was supposed to turn 18 tomorrow. Was I an early bird? And then, it hit me. I looked down at my hands, my fingers trembling. Fur. Dark fur was sprouting from my skin, covering my arms and hands. I felt a strange sensation around my face, and when I touched it, I realised that my nose was elongating.

Everyone moved. Vera’s next orders came fast. She had not saved them only for the sake of saving them. These people had been good in the book. Without them, the original Vera would not have delivered her babies at all. She would have died much sooner, alone and cornered, because this world had never been kind to weak people without protection. In the book, these villagers had given her comfort, food, and shelter when no one else cared. Vera now understood what was actually worth keeping.

“They’re coming. Sooner than we feared.” Cinthye clutched the edge of the bassinet, her exhausted body already aching to protect her children. The babies stirred at the distant rumbles, tiny cries rising. The sanctuary lights shifted once more to combat crimson. Footsteps thundered in the halls as the crew mobilized again. The new chapter had begun in blood, sweat, and tears—but the shadows were closing in fast. With four helpless heirs now in the open, the chase for their survival would test every bond, every defense, and every ounce of love they possessed.

A boy who would spend his life running from the sound of his own strength. ***

As if they spared her for their desert. Run! Her mind told her. And for the first time, her body listened and her feet began to sprint away from the murderers. She ran and ran. Ignoring the dead bodies along her way. She ran while she looked back when they just stood still, staring at her. She ran, panting while tentatively looking in her front direction and to their location. The six hyenas growled as if waiting for the order. She ran despite the pain on her head and on her chest. She regretted why she had to be in the city. She regretted it. If only she stuck to her plan on staying in her room, reading her book, this wouldn't happen. If only she hadn't listened to the bullying of her steps