Branch Books 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Two more came up on my back. I swung my branch at him again, but he was smarter this time and dodged it. I gripped my branch tighter. If I were to die here tonight, I wouldn’t die without a fight. I swung my branch again with no luck. I gritted my teeth with frustration and swung again and again, hoping for some contact. A leathery hand closed around my branch, and with just a tiny squeeze, it snapped into splinters. I tried to back away, but that hand grabbed me by the throat and hurled me to the ground. My bones groaned, and my teeth sang from the impact. It closed in my face, its breath smelling like death. My fingers scrambled for the remnants of my branch, and my fingers wrapped around

Content with the transaction, the leading mafia man affectionately pats my trembling shoulder and announces, "Congratulations, little wolf. Your unit is officially cleared to go home." The moment his claws release my arms, my brain still seems completely disoriented. Is my body truly free to clear this death zone? The mafia boss calls out to my boots, his hand gesturing toward the silent figure of Chika, who still stands perfectly upright under his hood. "He is your elder brother, boy. If your clumsy wolf hadn't messed with the loan shark networks, our platoon wouldn't have executed his abduction at all. What final words does your mouth have to say to his face?"

Why was she hung up on this? ”Hey, Lydia,” I nudged her shoulder which seemed to get her out of whatever trans she was in. ”Yeah?” ”Flip the page,” I said and gestured to the book. Lydia cleared her throat and flipped the page. The words were faded to such an extent that it was nearly impossible to read them. There was that branch again only this time it was broken in the middle with thorns sticking out on each side. They were a faded red which seemed to symbolize blood.

I didn't respond; I just stood there frozen. "If you still don't believe, then I'll show you something else interesting." Brian looked toward a tree branch above my head, and suddenly, the branch broke and fell. I instinctively covered my head and crouched, screaming in panic. "Open your eyes," Brian said. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw that the branch was in his hand. Something that a regular human couldn't have done because the branch was quite large. "See? Now, do you believe?" Brian asked, looking at me intensely.

The scream that I was going to give caught in my throat when I saw what it was. As my foot became entangled with a thorny branch, I kicked as hard as I could, but the branches would not let go. After seeing, it was useless, and I was not going to get rid of it, I tried to regain my calm. I watched carefully as the branch tangled and untangled from my ankle at will as if it had a life and movement of its own. My arm reached out to touch it, but I hesitated right before reaching it.

I run at Bram and drive the makeshift weapon into his upper back. Bram stiffens and lets out a warped growl. He rips the piece of wood out of his back and drops it to the floor. Blood immediately oozes out of his back, dripping down the backs of his legs. He turns, and takes a step towards me, reaching his bloody hand out for me. I take a step back and slip on the trail of blood forming on the floor, unable to steady myself, I crash onto my back, and a loud puff of air escapes my lungs.

Each branch I collided with sent shockwaves of pain through my body, a chaotic symphony to accompany my rapid descent toward an uncertain fate below. In mere moments, Brock and I plunged headlong through the branches of the trees, the trees clawing at our skin, obtaining cuts and scratches here and there. Desperately, I fought to grasp a limb, to anchor my tumultuous descent, yet the world spun in a circular blur. Brock's battle with his arboreal adversary was lost to my sight; I finally was stopped by the bottom branch that was more like a heavy tree log vs. a skinny easily breakable branch of this tree.

I grabbed a fallen branch with my good hand and swung it hard against a nearby tree trunk, creating a loud crack that echoed through the ravine. "GO!" I shouted again, taking an aggressive step forward despite the blood running down my arm. The boar hesitated, eyeing me with what looked like calculation. Then, apparently deciding I was more trouble than I was worth, it turned and crashed back into the undergrowth toward where I could hear piglets squealing. I stood there for another moment, chest heaving, still holding the branch like a weapon, making absolutely sure the animal was gone. Only when the sounds of its retreat had faded completely did I drop the branch and turn to Kelly.

Biting back my frustration, I rolled up my sleeves and started to climb. The fine branches scratched at my skin, leaving behind little trails of blood. From below, Wendy kept barking orders. "Higher, just a bit higher!" As I strained to reach further, a sudden snap sounded from below. The branch gave way, and I tumbled down. Branch after branch slashed at my skin as I fell, some of the thinner ones even embedding themselves in my flesh. With a heavy thud, I hit the ground. I hit the ground hard, the cherry blossom Wendy asked for still gripped tightly in my hand. Shaking off the daze, I reached out with a shaky hand to present the flower.

Just as we turned to enter the magnificent ballroom, Adrian's enraged roar echoed behind us. "Claire! Charlie! Don't you dare walk away." I didn't stop, and Charlie didn't even bother to look back. Instead, he pulled me closer and said, "Ignore him. He's just a madman." I smiled and was about to say something when something unexpected happened. There was a piercing scream behind us, followed by a muffled thud. I instinctively turned, and Charlie also stopped walking. A slight frown creased his brow as he looked back.