Convergence Novels & Stories

The text itself became almost intimate, describing bonds in terms that went beyond mere compatibility, but inevitability. A convergence is the meeting of forces that cannot resist each other. It is the moon drawing the tide, the fire luring air, the storm racing toward the shore. I clenched my fingers on the page. Those within its reach will burn or be burned. The pull cannot be denied, though it may be delayed. Distance frays it, but will never sever it. To stand in its path is to surrender, or to be destroyed.

“Please, you must ask them to stop the punishment, it’s outrageous and severe.” His gaze met mine, with a very steady and unmoved expression, the coldness in his gaze sent shivers down my spine. “I cannot stop the punishment, Cara, “ he replied calmly, without any compassion in his voice. “the punishment will proceed as planned. It is to maintain order and discipline.” His words carrying lots of weight and I was struck with disbelief as to how he was indifferent to the suffering of others. Everything he had done, I had believed there was goodness in him, a kindness that matched his imposing presence. But now, my doubts became clear he was actually devoid of compassion.

No ounce of distraction can make someone not feel someone crossing the border, it would've shifted the atmosphere. But nonetheless, to get his father off his back, he engaged with the search. Throughout the pack mind link, everyone was saying that they haven't spotted or smelt anything and that it was a waste of time. Obviously, Darryl had his barriers up because he remained quiet and to himself. He was so sure of himself, having carried this pack for years and having been on this said territory for the majority of his life.

After talking to Mac I head back to the others to find Acre and Sky dozing together, Lanna and Gregory talking and Mathew reading a magazine, "Everything ok?" Mathew asks looking up, rubbing my face tiredly I smile and notice Lanna and Gregory lookup, "I'm not sure, we cant make contact with the pack" "THE TIME IS NOW, STAND AS ONE, THE TWINS THERE MATES ARE THE HOPE AND FUTURE OF WOLVES EVERYWHERE TRUST THE TWINS THEY ARE THE FUTURE...",

Groban closed the gap within an instant as he pulled me close against his chest, holding me tightly as he shushed tenderly in my ear, “I’m right here, focus on the rhythm of my heart and just breathe,” as he said this I felt myself instantly calm down, my breathing calmed and a tiny smile of relief spread across my face. The burning started to subside and I could feel the temperature of my body returning to normal, it was stopping, the process of turning into my wolf had stopped, I thought to myself. Groban slowly pulled away as he cupped my cheeks in his hands, staring deep into my eyes, “How did you stop yourself from shifting, that’s almost impossible?” He asked with shock on his face. I

I replied. Hamada-san was thirty-five years old. He had made his way up to the post of Division Manager through effort and perseverance. While his strong brown pupils held a youthful vigour, his stray grey hair was testimony to his tireless work and the pressure. It was no wonder that he was up for another promotion soon. “Do send me the details of the sales for the 2-chome branch too before you leave.” “I shall do that.” I bowed, excused myself and returned to my work. It had not even been a week since I finished my previous project.

Because shifting would mean acknowledging the physical pull I was feeling, and acknowledging that would mean admitting that I wanted him, and admitting that would mean being vulnerable again after he'd just established boundaries about my inability to be all in. But not shifting meant sitting here, hyperaware of every centimeter between us, feeling like I was choosing control over connection. "You're doing it again," Eli said quietly. "The thing where you calculate proximity like it's a strategic decision instead of just... existing near someone you care about." "I'm trying not to push," I said. "You're trying not to be present," Eli corrected. "There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. N

Time. He’s walking near the edge of the cliff, steps strange, movements stiff. Frowning, I concentrate past the blurriness at where he is heading. By the looks of it, he’s walking right to the edge. Maybe I should call out to him, to see what he is doing, but against my better judgment, I keep quiet, instead opting to just watch the immortal. That is, until he stops in his place, staring out over the edge of the cliff. And then, he falls, straight over the cliff

" You are gorgeous, you just need to see yourself the way I see you" "If you give it a chance and a little bit of confidence, I'll have to fight the boys to stay away from you" "You are my brother, whatever you say doesn't count " "I'm also a man so I know what I'm talking about " He stood up, went back to his seat and we were back to our signature position. "I'm glad you are my brother " "Me too twin " Jaden giggled." Our math is simple 0.5 plus 0.5, we are two in one if you know what I mean "

I could not imagine them being anywhere else but quiet, and in their place at the back of the classroom. "Kara... Kara", Shawn poked me lightly. Apparently Mr. Smith had asked me a question. I turned to my gloomy eyed desk partner, delivering a disgusted look, and dismissing him appropriately as he had annoyed me yet again. "Yes, Mr. Smith? Sorry, I had zoned out for a few seconds", I explained. "That's fine, Ms. Vox", he said, quivering a little. "We are on number eleven. Are the two triangles similar or congruent?"