Fair Warning Novel Novels & Stories

My hand was already hot and I slowly started to see memory after memory go by signalling that it would be permanently deleted. I didn't have to worry about the warnings because only I could read them and none of them applied to me so nomatter what I would never be reading that book again.

“Last night?” Fear flashed in me for a second, “ That was warning, it’s always bad. I was able to hide Cain and I in the tree that night because of it. It warned me before the animals came. The calling was ringing in my ear as I walked down the road, next to the forest. If they don’t warn me then I know it will be okay.”

The door clicked shut. Alina stood frozen, her coat still half draped over her arms. Her skin was hot despite the chill that slipped through the room. She didn’t know who Iris was exactly, but she knew enough: powerful, uninvited, and clearly once close to Julien. Julien didn’t move. He simply looked at her. “Don’t let her get in your head,” he said “She knew you,” Alina murmured. He nodded. “This place attracts people who want control.”

I stumble backward, breath shattered, staring at the empty air where he stood. Violet is snarling now, loud enough to shake my bones. ‘He was warning you. He was fighting through the corruption just to warn you. Aria, we have to move. NOW.’ There is a faint sound behind me, the distant slam of a door, and then footsteps. Someone is running. Maybe it is one of the players, or worse, it is something else.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Direct. “Yeah?” “You’re shaking.” I hadn’t noticed. I forced my hands to stay still. “I’m fine.” He let out a short breath. “You’re a bad liar.” I didn’t answer. His thumb moved once against the seam of my jeans. My stomach tightened. “My brother can never know,” I said. The words came out quieter than I meant them to. “I know.” “He’d lose it.” “I know that too.” His other hand came up and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers stayed at the side of my neck a second longer than they needed to. I felt the heat of his skin.

I swallowed hard, "They are... But do you trust me?" Well, she did warn me before, gave me deer blood to drink, but she has led me right back to the W.I.K.D, "I don't," "You should," she ambled away, "Shit!" I shouted in a whisper if she goes in there alone, she will be killed, and if I go in after her, we both will be killed,

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

A burning sensation spread through my body, completely shutting down my Wolf's ability to heal. I shivered, cold sweat soaking my clothes in an instant. I knew my leg was ruined. This was an old wolf trap on the edge of the territory, abandoned for years. Someone had stolen the metal grate a few days ago. It hadn't been replaced yet. There was just a flimsy warning fence around it, easy to miss. I was rushing to save a patient, wasn't watching my step, and fell in. It was the perfect accident. My phone, which had fallen next to me, rang again and again.

Stop slandering me! Before she could continue, Brendan had already picked up a Winny Bear keychain lying by the door. "Not you? Why is your keychain here, stained with blood? I'll hand this to the police. They'll uncover the truth." Before Esme could respond, Edwin snatched it from him. "No need. There's a camera inside this. One look, and we'll know everything." Hearing this, Esme froze in place. Once she reacted, she immediately lunged forward to grab it, only to be shoved to the ground by Edwin.