Encounter Novels & Stories

Understanding my overwhelmed state, the villagers insisted I rest and let the information sink in. The following day, I was forced to wake up by the sound of growls outside the house. My curiosity piqued, I approached the door cautiously, peering through a small hole. My eyes widened as I witnessed a pack of dog-like creatures engaging in vigorous battle. The memories of the camping incident came flooding back, and I realized with a start that the monsters that had attacked us were the same creatures I saw before me. Stumbling backward in shock, I accidentally bumped into someone behind me, causing me to turn abruptly. It was Aric, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos of my mind

"Did he say anything else? I mean, what's the difference from them?" "He just said that not all Alpha and Omega meet because they smell each other's scent, even though that can indeed make them crazy and addicted, but if you want to know whether he is your mate or not, just look into his eyes, if he is crazy about your scent and his eyes turn red, that means he's your mate" "His eyes turned red?" "Yeah, I've never seen Eric like that because I don't have a scent, he can't be crazy about my scent even though he's already crazy about my body"

"We have urgent news." Alpha Fenrir regarded us with a raised eyebrow, his expression inscrutable as he waited for us to continue. "What is it?" he asked, his voice echoing softly in the cavern. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "We encountered corrupted in the forest," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush. "They were unlike anything we have ever seen before. Stronger, more vicious. And they seemed to be more than just a few."

The brown wolf, having dispatched the threat, approached me with a mixture of caution and curiosity. I struggled to sit up, my body aching from the encounter. The brown wolf's eyes held an intelligence that transcended mere instinct. It circled me, assessing the extent of my injuries. In that moment, a silent understanding passed between us—a recognition that our fates had become entwined in this unexpected battle. As I attempted to stand, the brown wolf nudged my shoulder, a gesture that felt strangely comforting. It seemed to convey a silent assurance that I was no longer alone in this perilous dance of secrets and shadows.

The growl from the beast snapped me out of my thoughts and I gazed back at it. “W-wait!” I stuttered, holding out my hand whilst stepping backward. I tumbled backward as the back of my leg collided with a bench. I landed on the bench with a thud and I let out a grimace. My eyes shut, and I tried opening them after some while to see if the beast was on top of me or maybe fled. I was aware it was only a miracle that could make it flee and maybe Sinclair. All the werewolves I encountered, both the first time I saw him and the time I arrived at Merene, had fled whenever he appeared.

Daisy recalled her period of time in Japan. If she wasn’t too haunted by the death of a girl student who lived in the same house with her colleague called Hana. She wouldn’t have gone to the bar, wouldn’t have gotten drunk and all of the bad problems didn’t happen. Having sex with a strange, unknown man.

Gahala's POV: I GRAB the neck of the Goblin as soon as I blow the wind as a sign of getting his last breathe. He tried to grab me but I am faster more than he thinks that with my right hand I pulled the leaves and pushes it to his face. I gathered the water in my left hand and throw it to him. I blow once again and when he slam on the groud the Goblin has no sign of life. The encounter happens when I was walking to the forest and I accidentally saw this creature trying to seek from the Enlaja. I immediately went behind him that he never notice even my single step and when he was about to enter I grab him hard and slam him on the ground.

Ba-bump. No voices, no sounds, just the beating, calling to me, pulling at me. There was nothing but the darkness and the beating. And it was constant, unrelenting. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Nathan? It drew me closer to the surface, and I heard the voices again. They spoke medical terminology—gibberish to my ears. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. It was so close. There in the darkness. He was so close.

“I’ll kill you…!” I spun around and ran into the jungle barefoot. I didn’t know where I would go in the dense forest. As long as it saved my dignity, I was ready to take the risk of my life. I would never let it happen. I would fight until my last breath. I removed the tape from my mouth and kept racing through the forest. Suddenly, I tripped over and landed on mud, grimacing. “Here she is..!” I went numb when I heard Connor’s amused voice.

The deeper he dug, the closer he came to breaking. "No... No! Evelyn, no! No!" A strand of hair appeared first. Daniel went still for a heartbeat, then dug faster, tearing the soil away until her pale face, her shoulders, and then her whole body came into view. The stench of decay rose up, but her features were still and peaceful, as if untouched by time. Daniel let out a raw howl and dragged her into his arms. He pressed his forehead to hers like he could wake her that way. "Evelyn, wake up. It's snowing. We've been together eight years now. Open your eyes and look at the snow!"