Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

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.

Feral. The stories hadn’t prepared me for the truth. Seeing it… watching him rip that man apart as if he were nothing… What if the man is guilty? My inner voice debated but, I didn't care. There was no justification for murder. I couldn’t breathe. The trail twisted underfoot, but I kept moving. Thorns scratched my legs, my dress caught on brambles, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away. From him. From what I’d seen. From what I was starting to feel.

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

If the fucking police force can't do it why would a disgusting child molester easily capture me. Hilarious. Lorenzo has been torturing me into giving him information about the Furvus eques and even if I did have information about them why would I tell this bastard. I hate to admit this but I have no information about that gang. But this isn't any ordinary gang, we're dealing with the Furvus eques. My fucking rival and we've been competitors for almost five years now. He's either sabotaging my business or vice versa. I've been trying to find him ever since the beginning. But whenever I'm close-

A sound of a camera clicking and a flash coming from his phone draw at my face. "I will record you know. Introduce yourself first and tell me how much a slut you are and why do you want to suck my dick. If it turns out epic failed then Imma beat your ass," he then positioned his phone in a landscape mode. As he tilts his head upward, his phone released a beep indicating that he pressed the record button. Dear Dominick, I would like to say sorry for this. In case you will see this please believe me when I say that I was being forced and threatened by the demon who is in front of me.

I hugged her and comforted her until she fell asleep. Devon got lost in his thoughts as he recall what happened that morning. He also remembered Lucy's face and the green flecks in her eyes as he looked at her. "Damn, Hannah. I just miss you so much." Devon said as tears fall from his eyes. After a few moments, he composed himself and drove off. Meanwhile, inside Room 515. Hell was about to break loose. Cassidy's eyes started to open and she saw the Callalillies at the table at the foot of her bed.

Cells lined up per floor and Serra could see glimpses of the faces of the prisoners. She panicked as two Badbloods came to their direction, both were teenage boys and they were kissing. One was shorter and have goat horns on its head and the other has a pair of brown wings on his back. Serra sealed her mouth and slowly crawled to the other pile. She controlled her breathing to small gasps of air. Her heart pounding loudly inside her chest. Rena to her surprise, was grinning and holding her laugh beside her.