Chicken Run Human Novels & Stories

"Who the f...fuck are you? Don't shoot, I'm begging you!" "Don't you want to get your money back anymore? Why are you running?" I say scornfully. He scrambles to his feet and starts to run, staggering and falling a few times. "S...someone, help me!" He screams. Yes, run. I inhale deeply, hot waves of adrenaline pumping through my blood; I can't help but think that it's been a while since I last went hunting with my father. Humans have always been a better target than animals anyway, the way they desperately cling to life even though it's hopeless is quite fascinating.

She stopped speaking because Adrian had already left the room. Then she slumped back on the bed, gave an exasperated sigh, covered her hands with her face, and cried. Adrian knew how important the pack run was to werewolves, yet he was doing this to her, especially now that she was pregnant. A pack run was an extensive training for all wolves which helped them to defend themselves in the face of danger. But to a pregnant woman, it was different and compulsory. It helped them breathe well, it eased back pain, as well as constipation.

I shout angrily. “Just turn it on sir. Channel four.” He says before hanging up on me. As I take the remote, my hand trembles. When the screen flickers on, time stills. A woman is currently on the tv, narrating a plane crash incident that happened ten minutes ago. No survivor confirmed. The screen shows twisted metal burning against the night sky. Passengers’ suitcases litter the ground. And different bodies on the stretcher. As I watch the paramedics trying to gather the bodies, warmth drains from my eyes, and I stagger backwards.

Cara stumbles backwards away from me, as if stung by a horde of vicious bees, her lips trembling slightly as more tears wet down her face. That first night she kissed me, that first time, I fucking felt alive. Resurrected. Like something dead in me sprung back to life. Now, I can't help but feel that I have just ruined that happy memory. I keep ruining everything. Coward. You are a fucking coward Dane. Our pack is at least a twenty-minute run from White Moon, our neighboring pack. I know I will regret the next decision I am about to make for the rest of my miserable, fucking life.

I scrambled toward the open door, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body screaming for release. "Cassius!" I shouted, though I knew he wasn't in there anymore. Just the beast. I sprinted into the corridor, not looking back as the sounds of visceral, tearing flesh echoed behind me. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the faint light coming from the main entrance of the pack house. I could hear shouting, the distinct sound of gunfire, and the screams of men dying. I ran until my lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. I reached the main floor to see Malakai and Tavian engaging a group of three monsters near the grand staircase.

the voice that I recognize as the principle said. The kids all cheered at the information even most of them already knew it. "Well...should we wait here or?..." Ash trailed off as Willow's human 'boyfriend' approached us. "Can I talk to you?" he asked me as I glared at him. I nodded and he motioned for me to follow him into a classroom. "He's a human. Don't kill him" Liam said through our link. I growled but agreed. "I'm Jake" the human began and I stared at him for a second before replying.

I yelped as I ran away I could hear his steps from behind "get back here!!" he yelled as he ran after me "ahh....!!" I screamed and laughed "you're really chasing me??" I yelled "why won't I??" he replied I then jumped over a fence and he did same Oh..okay I never planned to run but since he wants to run..I'll Make him run He doesn't know who he's running with Me! Kaylani Hendrix.. Best Marathon race runner in high school

I gawked at this JerkAss, "So you're blaming me!?" "YES, I AM!" "You JerkAss! I was not the one who shoved the chicken inside a little kid's mouth!" "I-" He immediately stopped though. I turned around to look at the reason that caused him to stop. Oh. My. God. A GIGANTIC SWEATY OLD WOMAN IS RUNNING TOWARDS US! "RUN!!!" We both shouted at the same time, so... yeah, we ran. Again. We ran with my hair flying around like a crazy goon and his feathers flying everywhere thanks to the lovely California wind.

Panting harshly, his voice came out rough and low, with a hint of wicked humor: "A fly-in won't fly out with a baby."

He squeezed me and gently rubbed my stomach. "Well, I like it. By the way, you're not human either, or did you forget that?" My eyes widened, and I slightly turned my head to look up at him. "Damn, you're right. I guess it'll take a little while to dust the human- ness off my genes, considering my family has been human for generations. I still am human to a point. So yeah...fat." I said in a little chuckle. "Whatever you want to call it, I like."