Concrete Jungles Novels & Stories

All at once, they stopped walking. Deep in the dried-out, thirsty jungle, the path before them opened up. A huge water-filled crater in the limestone spanned a hundred feet in front of Lawrence . Around it were the bright, eager eyes of the Mayan people. Hundreds. Theyd stopped chanting. The moment theyd been waiting for was here.

Others slotted together, their spines pressing flush, creating the rough outline of a bridge. Between two clusters, stones surfaced from the drift—rectangular slabs rising like teeth, one after another, until a crooked but unmistakable path stretched from a huddle of graves toward… somewhere less broken. I exhaled shakily. “I just thought—” I started. “Yeah,” Jax said. “We saw. You think ‘bridge,’ the world coughs up Ikea: Apocalypse Edition.” Ink gurgled uneasily around the base of the new structure, like it resented being pushed out of that space.

Chris asked, looking at Jackson. "Don't worry, Dad. Confluence Base City is like a metal pail right now. Dark Races and zombies won't be able to get in no matter how powerful they are," Jackson assured him.

Only to see horror in front of me. I was back in front of the house, but our house looked torn and burned down, as if it has been deserted for decades. Where the green lawn used to be was no more, and instead, it was just dry land and ashes. Where the majestic fountain with perfectly sculpted angels stood no more, and in its place were 14 gravestones, 13 of them containing the names of my siblings. I saw the 14th one right in front of me, with a big gravestone that has my name. The grave was empty, but somehow, I felt like it was waiting for my dead body.

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Alan simply replied, making Christine smile. “Thank you.” She whispered, placing her head on his shoulder. Kimberly sat by the lakeside crying her eyes out, wondering what her life was slowly turning into. How did she end up here? From being a doctor with a very happy life, to losing her fiancé and ending up at a stranger’s house. Later discovering that this stranger wasn’t human and now, she’s being told that her mom wasn’t also human and that she’s fated to be with not just one man but two, a werewolf or whatever there were.

Seraphina & Declan ✦ 18+ — explicit language, graphic violence, torture ✦ The basement smells like concrete and old water and the particular kind of fear that has been marinating for several hours. I know that smell. I've been in rooms like this before — not many, and not as the one asking questions, but enough to understand the architecture of them. The single hanging bulb. The drain in the floor that doesn't try to hide what it's for. The chair bolted to the concrete, which is a practical detail that tells you something about whoever built this room and how seriously they took their work. Declan built this room. Of course he did. The man in the chair is named Caruso. Nico Caruso, forty-thr

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

Malleteagan’s POV Although both Sanguineabyss and Konneyard were grounded on blood magic, unlike the crater-like build of Sanguineabyss, Konneyard is built like a prairie. Actually, when I think of it, it is more like a desolate, plain, barren landscape which oozes death and despair while blood trickles in torrents from the obsidian sky, soaking our tattered clothes. The ground beneath our feet is rusty-coloured, peculiar mixture of blood and dirt. We look like vultures covered with blood from head to toe. Blood occasionally drops into my mouth. Yuck. I don’t understand Kandreah. I have no clue how can he be so obsessed with something so gross. It has corroded, metallic, off taste. It irks m

But I still wanted my Mum back. The SUV climbed a hill that didn’t like to be climbed. Fog thinned for a breath, enough to show the outline of something bigger and grayer than trees, darker than night. Concrete ribs rose out of the swamp, wrapped in ivy persistent and thick as serpents. Glassless windows gaped like eyes pulled out of their sockets. Rust bled down the walls from the crooked roof, black and brown, the color of deadly sins that don’t wash off. That was the factory, I guessed.