Cormac Mccarthy Novels & Stories

Pain shoots up my arm, and I wince. “You’re hurting me,” I whimper as tears sting my eyes. And here I thought there were no more tears left to cry. “Why did he drag you away? Did you mess up the wine?” she hisses. “N-no,” I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. It threatens to burst through my ribcage. Macy is a terror—for lack of a better word. She is feared amongst the Omegas. Born a beta, and mated to one. She comes from a strong line of warriors, and she makes sure we know.

The room erupted — protests, curses, disbelief — but Matteo didn’t budge. And slowly, one by one, they fell silent. Because they knew it was true. I took one step closer, my voice low enough that it hit harder than if I’d screamed. “I know your secret,” I said, looking straight at Cormac. His jaw clenched. “What are you talking about?” “You’re not my mpther’s son,” I said quietly. “You never were. And you’ve known it since before her death.” The color drained from his face, anger rising to cover the panic flickering underneath.

Emorie sneered, “But she’s just ugh! I can’t stand her. She always walks around thinking she’s better than everyone. As far as I’m concerned, she only stays relevant because she kept breaking up and getting back together with Chaos. They’re the most toxic couple I have ever laid eyes on, if you can even call them that.” I turned to her, “Chaos?” It was such an odd name. “Yeah,” She dragged out the word with a sidelong glance, “About him. I was gonna save the worst for last since he hasn’t even gotten here. But I’m talking about Cormac Graves. He goes here you know.” Cormac Graves. There was something about that name… but I just couldn’t put my finger on it at the moment. “Who is Cormac Grave

Other werewolves start trolling into the room. The organization is finished. All that remains is the man who started it. Me. Arthur steps forward, he’s carrying, in his eyes, the anger of every loss, Justin, Tori, Adrian, the dead left in the estate, settled into the finality of the moment. “Get on with it. Just so you know, killing me wouldn't fill up the big hole in your heart, and it will not bring back the ones you have lost, especially Justin.” I tell Arthur.

Does nobody see me slowly dying? I’m someone who before coming to Matlock, has never experienced any pain or any loss. I’ve scratched my knee here or there but I’ve never broken a bone and I’ve never had to go for surgery. I’ve never lost anyone close to me so I knew nothing about the pain of loss.

He's dead. "Colfre?" Morrigan's voice came out of her in a squeak as she realized that the man she was expecting to come back to her was nothing but a cold body. That he will come back to her nothing but a corpse that she will offer an honorary burial. Her sobs slowly rise to her throat as tears streamed down her face unceasingly. Touching the face of the man she loves, looking at his beautiful yet lifeless eyes. "You promised me... You promised me that you will come back to me. Colfre... Why?" Her voice croaks as she combed his hair with her fingers. "Colfre..." She calls him but there was no reply. She hates death the most, she hates how it takes everything away from her. She hates how it

The role for cinemas like the Glenalough Adelphi was simply melting away, and there was nothing that Satan Coil could do to change that. Satan became a bitter man, and the bitterness showed in his features and sounded in his voice when he spoke. The young projectionist that he had trained-up, Alfie McCormack, left to join the RUC in Belfast and, some thirteen years later, acquired momentary fame as the first Northern Ireland police officer to be killed by sniper-fire on the streets of Dundalk.

He moved so fast it was literally like being on a rollercoaster—her stomach turning as her brain rattled in her skull. By the time he placed her on the ground she was covered from head to toe in blood. The room was dark but that didn't matter—Katie's eyes worked just as well in darkness. Gerard stood in the corner with his back to the wall. "I won't bore you by begging for my life," he said. "But I will say this. You cannot kill Adam. He is a destructive force that will tear through everything, and we are managing to contain him. Without us, he will be unleashed upon the world—"

I see several of my brothers look at Ace with shame and disgust. I have been with Ailee enough that I have met the infamous Cormac O’Sullivan several times. The first time I have to tell you I was scared shitless. The man has a reputation for being ruthless and a stone-cold killer. He is not someone you want to cross. Well unless you want to die a slow painful death that is. And my first impression of him wasn’t a good one. You see Ailee had been working hard for hours and it was taking a toll on her but Callen couldn't get her to stop long enough to get some rest. When I came over, he told me the problem and I set out to help. I walked over to Ailee, took the paperwork from her, picked her

Iggy sat down next to Olivia and she smiled, one that finally reached her eyes since lunch. “Alpha Bucho.” “Bucho? Manly, I like it.” She chuckled. “He refused to admit he was part of the cartel or the mafia but I’m pretty sure he was. He towered over me. A little taller than Desmond and more built than Derek. When I first met him, I was intimidated to say the least. It didn’t help I was at my normal 5’4” height with my running shoes.” “Dark, mysterious, mafia man. Good goddess. Did he have scars?”