Dauntless Novels & Stories

Her soul screamed for peace, her spirit cried for salvation. "Miracle!" she cried out. That was who she could call upon. The one that had to answer her call no matter what. She stared up blankly, her eyes firmly fixed. "Mother Miracle, I need you." *** Harry Malton jogged steadily on the wide tarred road. His red back pack danced up and down making a gentle noise that served as a rhythm for him. On his face was a huge smile. His brown hair bounced up and down beating gently against his forehead. The cool breeze blew around alerting him to spread his arms out wide to intensify the super-hero imagination he was playing in his head.

They began dancing, Katherine calculating each step she made in order not to mess the dance up, one mistake and she probably could be shot dead by the guards staring at her. "You are too stiff," Swift whispered in her ears and she almost jumped, but he held her to keep her steady. "Don't be so jumpy, I am human, not a god, I know I frighten you." His voice was cold, but there was a bit of warmth in it. Katherine swallowed hard. How can I not be frightened, I can see tons of guards staring at me, my head could be blown off if I speak, I can barely breathe too…

Samantha threatened with a smirk. “Oh, Come on, you think I'm scared of death? Go on, tell them I know about Vanessa's death,” Madam Kate urged boldly. Samantha stood for a moment, panting heavily. “My eyes have seen and my ears have heard enough in this mansion! Death is the last thing I should be scared of,” she added and walked away boldly. Samantha gasped and rushed over to the bed. She tried to catch her breath as her whole body trembled with fear. The door opened and Betty rushed into the room with Anna.

said Axton scathingly. Axton's words unexpectedly made Belarus really angry. He snapped his fingers, calling out to someone who was outside the room. Belarus summoned his secret weapon, the weapon he needed when he was really angry. A beautiful girl appeared with her face covered in a thin cloth. Her hair is white, tied in a ponytail, and her clothes are all black. Axton clearly knew who was in front of him. Selena Dazzle, the most feared witch on the plains of Europe. “What is this? You used a witch to make me submit to you?” Axton laughed disdainfully. He looked at them defiantly. “That won't be possible! You think I'm stupid?”

The dark grey sky is streaked with dry lightening that splinters the crack of pain even deeper. There's only so much a woman can take. Only so far she can be pushed to the brink and still somehow want to survive. I focus my attention back on the building. The Diamond Ridge structure is truly magnificent, the skyscraper pierces the marshmallow clouds and it's a structured design I have never seen before. It's completely different to the building back home. I turn around, my eyes scan the street and I quickly notice the fleet of black SUVs stationed across the road. Fear licks my pulsating flesh as I feverishly become paranoid.

Alessio. "Nicole" Everyone shouts rushing to her but she has her eyes only on the corpse laying on the floor. Her nose is heavily bleeding and the weapons she had in her hands are carelessly dropped on the floor. Is she having a panic attack? I don't think so because this is not her first kill. No one expected this would be the outcome of my bitchy mother's schemes. The said woman is now standing at a safe distance scared as fuck. How come loud-mouth bitches are the most scared and weak.

I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was fifteen. So it wouldn't hurt my sister Lena's chances on her entrance exams, my whole family agreed to keep it from her. I pretended I'd gone to the countryside to recover. Through the pain, I quietly watched over every step of her progress, and in the end I died with one regret: I never got to see her one last time. Lena only learned the truth after she got into Westbridge, and she struggled through endless grief and guilt. But in the end, she carried my hopes with her and chose to live fully. As she grew, she slowly learned to make peace with the pain, and through her own life, she carried on the dreams I never got to finish.

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

I snarled, my wolf gaining temporary control. "You need to calm down." Anthony cautioned. The guards returned soon after with Maisy. She looked angry... And beautiful. "You're safe," I muttered and tried to enclose her in my arms. "What are you doing?" She resisted. I took a step back remembering we were not the power couple. "Sorry I just wanted to be sure you were safe." "Well, I'm not." She solemnly replied, looking like an angel even if untold horrors resided on her tongue," I mean I'm living with a monster himself. What else could be dangerous?"

You think even when you shouldn't ponder You hope when you should be assured You are bothered when nothing should bother you You are anxious when you should know nothing You are a victim of worry, anxiety and fear And it is eating up your very existence and burning your soul. " Then i say.... "What will tommorow and the day after yield? How long will the trial last? What if the outcome takes a bad turn? Where is the light at the end of the dark tunnel? How real can all things be? Why is the heat this unbearable? My soul is on fire. Why is it that the more anxious I get over what is to come, the hotter the intensity of the fire in me?