Castle Nim Novels & Stories

He definitely had enough life to walk and it was even easier for me because he could not even see me because of not enough light around. –--- ~ FLASHBACK ~ –---- He staggered towards his car and I cut him off as Thunder on the empty highway on his way home. Now even if someone saw me, it would be very difficult for them to know that I am Nicholas, a well-known professor at Silver Valley High. And now it was going to be even more fun to torture him. Seeing me — Thunder — he started backing his car out of fear, but when I climbed on his car and started hitting his roof, he tried to run away like an uncontrollable rat out of fear.

Damian said as he pointed his sword towards Tina. “Brother,” I said, then shook my head to tell him that he should not harm her. “You’re lucky that Clementine stopped me,” he said before walking towards me, then hugged me tight. “I did stop Brother Damian, but I did not say that you shall not be punished,” I said, then two men in black suits with black masks, who looked like assassins entered through the window. The smaller one’s holding a katana and pointing its sharp on Tina’s nape, while the taller one holds Tina who’s now kneeling and her upper body is leaning forward, as if this is an execution to cut your head.

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He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

The male snapped before letting out a huff akin to what a petulant child would do when sulking. Sierra was quiet for a moment as she tapped on the tablet before holding up a picture of an elderly male. "Do you recognise this man?" "No." "Are you sure?" Sierra asked. "You've not even looked at the photo." "I'm sure." "Let the record state that Mr Thorn is unable to identify the male in the picture marked BM19. The picture is of Former Alpha Hal Cuzens who disappeared nineteen years ago from the Blue Mountain pack." The silence said it all but if it didn't the look of sheer panic on Nathaniel's face did. He had been caught in his first lie. Just like that, the tone of the interview changed, th

I’m in a cabin, and if the logo emblazoned on the throw pillow resting on the couch to my right is any indication, it’s one of the guest cabins at the Cedar Ridge ski resort. I must’ve been drugged because my limbs feel like lead weights. I grit my teeth as I struggle to move them, only to discover that my efforts are in vain because I’m bound to this damn chair. My head feels too heavy for my neck and I let it fall forward, eyes catching on the dark red blood soaking through my uniform shirt around my midsection. Fuck, I’m losing a lot of blood. Too much blood.

His presence commands attention, and I can’t help but feel small in comparison. “Everything set?” Nero asks, his tone more businesslike now. “Yeah,” Creed replies, his voice deep and gravelly. “Nova’s on her way. My family’s ready to back us up if we need it.” Nero nods, then turns to me. “Creed, this is Camellia.”

Alpha Nicholas We make quick work of getting all our guests comfortably tied to chairs in the old tin shed that's at the back of our pack lands. It's one we use when it's time to quietly end a motherfucker. Often those who need to die have a public death. And then there are those deaths that don't need to be made public or deaths that require special attention like when we want information from them first. That kind of death doesn't happen often but when they do, we have this place ready.

It was distant, but not so far that I would have to hear him by using my wolf-improved hearing. When I first stepped through the double doors into the abruptly cold night, I was blinded. I could not see anything because of the fluorescent lights that Corbin had setup right outside of the doors. I looked past the beefy guards that Corbin had stationed ready to herd us, alert and ready to respond to any unwilling wolves. I looked over the stone balustrade and out towards the trees in the distance that should have been in complete darkness. Instead of blurred shadows, there were many dated wooden torches fashioned from castaway branches throwing an eerie, dull light at the bases of the vast num