Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

"My mother had a brain hemorrhage. She's in the hospital being resuscitated. We urgently need two hundred thousand. "That intern teller, Carmen Sanders, froze my account. "I need you to call her right now and tell her to unlock it." There was a two-second silence on the other end. However, what came back was not panic. It was something colder. Deeper disgust. "Jane, if you're going to make up excuses, could you at least make them believable?

My head started tingling and before I knew it, I fainted. I woke up lying in a field, and when I looked around, all I saw was guts and blood. There were different dead species all around me. Not a single living soul. When I got up and started walking, I burst into tears. My friends and family were lying on the floor in a big pile. They were all so horrible to look at that it was difficult to identify them. There was, however, a missing person. Grrr I heard an evil growl behind me. I turned around at the precise moment when a claw fell on my face. I fell on the ground, and I saw who my aggressor was. Amon.

I said evenly, keeping my eyes ahead. "Oh, we're feeling real sick all of a sudden." My hand slipped into my coat, fingers curling around the small pocketknife I always kept tucked inside. My pulse thundered in my ears. I'd seen what desperation looked like in the eyes of men who thought you were soft, weak, alone. I wasn't soft. Not anymore. But I was alone. They stepped closer. I took one step back. And then—a blur of motion. A thud. A grunt. The sickening sound of bone meeting something solid.

She looked like a high schooler who had a crush on one of the hottest guys in class, whereas she was a 200 hundred-year-old Faewolf. Miriam had been a maid the day she was born and now grew into serving the BlueMoon pack, She and Iasha had now become best of friends since Iasha was not allowed to associate with any Faewolf. The trip to Iasha's bride-to-be's house was a very quiet one, which made Iasha more worried that something was just not right "Mom, is everything okay?" "Huh", Mrs Owens was lost for a moment and forgot how to act, " I mean everything is fine.... What could possibly go wrong?"

A tornado was born right in the middle of the combat zone before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Black's breathing became more controlled as the symbols on his skin disappeared. This was irrefutable proof that his blood partly belonged to the First Nations and, more specifically, to the Wind Tribe. Where the tornado had been, a young man with swarthy skin now stood. The wind tousled his wavy hair. His warm gaze met Black's cooler one. He wore a simple pair of faded denim pants and a black sweater with "Crossroads Café" written in neon yellow letters. He had slung a brown leather shoulder bag around his torso.

He looked just like our father, with the military haircut, dark blue eyes and constant scowl on his face. He turned on his heels and walked to the door, opening it and I was right behind him as we walked through the prison. It was entirely silent, the guards were all passed out and lying on the ground, the prisoners were also lying on the floor, and it seemed like everyone was dead which I wouldn't put pass my brother. He was just that sadistic. "Did you kill them all?" I asked him as we walked through the silent hallways, our shoes echoing against the tiled floors.

Seconds later the nurse who was taking care of her father came out of the house a little agitated while shaking her head from side to side, she was looking for Noah, since he was not in the room, Charlotte was characterized by being very analytical and was watching everything that was happening at the party. * Noah Ramirez was about to reach the alley of the place, he knew that it was already past eleven o'clock and this was the time he had planned to meet with the gangsters, but he was still struggling with the medicines to walk faster, When he reached the end of the street he crossed it to enter the alley of the street and when he did so he saw how at the end of this alley there was a blac

They called their club “The Devils Advocates.” The leader of the gang’s name was cash, and he was humbled long ago when they were all sentenced to live out the rest of their days in hell. They reminded me of a traditional motorcycle club with Cash being considered their “president”. His name is Cash probably because he literally has a voice that sounds just like Johnny Cash. In fact, he sings all day long as they hammer away at the hardened lava rock. The clink of their pickaxes and the beating of drums played by some Jogah made for an interesting show. Cash and his gang most always had an audience that came to listen to him sing. Right now, he sang “Folsom Prison Blues” by none other than…

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.