Count Bodies Like Sheep Novels & Stories

I am dismantled. Every damn day and night, I have been out with Adrian and Echo... hunting for the “perfect body” like we are auditioning corpses for a movie role. And every attempt? A fantastic, sparkly failure. Either we see nothing... not even a pigeon giving up on life... or when we do find a human body, it’s someone way too old… or someone who got pancaked by a truck. And I am standing there like... Great. Nice. Wonderful. Exactly what we needed. A human lasagna.

"Alpha, this marks the third occurrence of the day," Sael apprised his Alpha. Beta Cato stood by his side. The sight of lifeless bodies strewn across their pack's territory was nothing short of alarming. Innocent souls, taken too soon, their presence a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. The gruesome sight of lifeless corpses, each one bearing a chilling warning that their pack would be next, was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.

She looked agitated and I enhanced my hearing ability. "Did you get home safely?" Came a male voice from the other side of the phone. She wanted to reply, but he kept talking. "Are you still there with that man? It's risky out there, you have to be careful. Don't let that man deceive you, evil people are everywhere, wolves in sheep clothing." Black grumbled angrily at that stupid statement. How dare he? How dare that incapable man compare me and my kind with mere sheep? If he was here, I would have detached his head from his body.

I growled to the shadows enveloping me. The only response I received this time was a faint hiss of satisfaction, as if it were laughing at me for the cruel joke it was playing. I took a step forward, then another, boots crunching on loose dirt. The bodies on the pyre were piled too high. Too fast. No one built stacks like this unless they were desperate. Unless they knew they needed to get rid of the plague fast. I reached the base of the pyre just as one of the charred bodies twitched, and my wolf surged forward, ready for an attack.

My knees are colliding in complete fear , I am shivering like an icy storm just hit me . It felt like forever , the fanfare went down leaving me with all of this dead bodies , and it is only me left alive , who know maybe I will join them later .

"Bruh, damn, what the fuck? A goat?" Lyon shook his head and sneered at me with scorn. "You couldn't keep your balls for at least a month?" "Shut up, and it's a sheep, for your information." "Same thing. What the hell are you doing with it now?" I should probably feel embarrassed about the situation, but I'm too tired to give a good damn. Silla and her damn sheep had taken what little energy I had left with their sheer existence. I'm not sure which out of the two of them is the bigger headache.

Third person Rumors spread fast like wildfire consuming dry grass. And this one had teeth. A group of Nightbane warriors stood around a war table. The air was thick with unease. Maps were spread before them marked with recent patrol routes. All of which had ended the samecway. Blood. Another voice scoffed lacking conviction. “It’s a rogue. Just one wolf. You’re all acting like she’s some kind of legend.” “Then explain the bodies.” Silence.

They walked to the corner where over twenty bodies hid in the darkness, some already shifted into their wolves, and I watched as they bowed in his presence. “We do not stop until we get to them. Am I clear?” He asked, and every one replied sharply. The uneasiness in the pit of my stomach twisted into something different, and as I watched them disappear, Zarah whimpered. With another sigh, I sunk into my bed and closed my eyes.

I shake wholly when two more shots ring out and I drop to the floor at the gruesome sight of four armed men stalking toward two bodies clad in white gowns laying still on the ground. I can see them from the torches in their hands and they kick the bodies to check for any signs of life and retreat when the bodies don’t move. One of them speaks in a gruff wicked voice, “They got what they deserve. No wolf leaves the Shelter.” “And the bodies?” Another asks. The same voice replies without concern, “Let them be, head back. We need to report it to the boss. Too bad we lost the only Heterochromatic wolves we had.”

An unattractive but necessary cleansing to guarantee that only the strong and fully devoted inherited what lay beyond these igniting flames. I walked out with a single-minded conviction toward a future scrubbed clean of weakness and impurities as the echoes vanished into quiet engulfing these primal woods. The wolves from long ago started circling the shepherds seriously tonight. So let the lambs continue to enjoy their delusions of safety and false contentment. The lone shepherd would soon enough answer their dispersed bleating.