Born To Run Novel Novels & Stories

Maybe I should run away and never look back? First, I had to stare into the face of Knox every single day harbouring deep secrets for as long as I decided to remain in this Den. And then there was Ysoria the evil witch. How was I gonna survive with someone like her as a mother in-law, it all looked impossible, and all I could think of was running. Go somewhere far away and definitely try not to fall into the hands of someone like Knox, but how was I gonna do that?

I've learned to do this through the years, that when it comes to winter some animals are harder to find so savor the last ones you might get for the year. After we finish, we get up and decide to walk some more, not run because after awhile running starts to make me exhausted. My mom can run longer than I can but I run faster. Other women, who used to be with us until they broke off, told us I get tired easily because of my small form. There are a lot of disadvantages to being a runt, like you can't run for long, you're not very strong in fighting, and your wolf can't take on much. Don't get me wrong, it's not all bad. There's also advantages such as you can hide easier, you can run faster,

Ember The ground seemed to shake from behind me as I heard them run. They could catch me at any moment, yet they chose to give chase. It felt so intimidating, yet it was fun. My body was bare as I ran through the forest, looking for a place to hide. I was Prey, and they were natural predators. I never would have imagined this ever happening to me, and yet, something about being under the moonlight, naked, and lustful running from two of my four mates, just felt so natural. I hid behind a tree and it was quiet. They were no longer chasing me. The sounds of the forest had gone quiet again. They were close.

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.

I ran toward the broken stone wall that marked the edge of their land. I climbed the stone wall. The stones were slick with rain. I scratched my hands but I did not stop. I fell onto the wet earth on the other side. I stood up and ran again. I ran until my legs shook. I kept moving. I was alone with no one to run to or help me. I was afraid of the world outside. I was without protection. But I looked back at the house. It was dark and cold. I knew running away was the right thing to do. I was finally breathing free air that was only mine. I kept running away from their possession. I would not stop now.

I started traveling. Visited all the calm places I'd only seen in textbooks—cliffs, deserts, fields that rolled forever. This time, I wasn't missing a thing. But sometimes, in some quiet corner of a new city, I'd feel it—that familiar presence. Never close enough to bother me. Never far enough to forget. I always knew who it was. But I never turned around. Never slowed down. That foolish Wenna? She died in the accident. Died under Hugh's cold stare.

🌬️ Her inner voice growled at her. 🌬️do you think you will keep running from this huh?🌬️ 🌬️Louis is destined to die and you stupid b*tch won't change the fact🌬️ 🌬️Your body won't rest till it gets what's it wants.. and when the time comes, bet me you won't stand to feel the pains🌬️ 🌬️The trauma🌬️ 🌬️The wrath 🌬️

A powerful one at that when you consider his feats in magic. Like every creature, he had a backstory. Rune was born into a Christian household. The worst place for any blessed or cursed child to be born. Blessed with the gift of the supernatural, and magic, and cursed from his encounter with a Lycan. He first discovered he was able to do magic after an encounter with his cousin who bullied him regularly, he was a servant in the church then and got away with everything he did. They were considered saints and no one would believe an altar servant was in the constant habit of committing sins against a poor little boy.

There was a sense of relief from everyone at last. ******""""""""********* Hey Guys. Switched At birth has finally come to an end. ~I will drop an epilogue soon.~ That will be the final chapter of this book. First of All I want to say thank you so much for your support. Second, for the beautiful comments and reviews. To all my readers, thank you so much and to my silent readers, thank you too. You guys are amazing. Trust me words are failing me. One more chapter to go……….