Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

Before he could even get close to her he felt a hard thing bump his head and his vision started to get blurry until he lost consciousness. He can feel the pain at the back of his head. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark room. He tried to stand up but both his hands and feet were chained down. He tried to melt the chains but he failed. “You’ll not be able to melt those chains. I’m glad to see you again Carson.” he heard footsteps, he tried to look at his face but the room was so dark.

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

Daniel ordered as he slid into the driver’s seat. The passenger seat bore a nameplate “Jessica’s Seat”. So I climbed silently into the back. He hadn’t even started the engine before sniffing the air, frowning. “What’s that smell?” I froze, arms instinctively wrapping around myself. It was the smell of blood, a farewell gift from the other inmates—a curse symbol carved into my back with a silver blade. If I spoke a single word that could harm them, the mark would activate and shred my wolf soul with unbearable pain.

I’d hate for Kael to see me like this, yet, at the same time I want to see him. To tell him everything will be okay even though he may not fully understand. We reach the corridor that leads to the cells. And no one comes further than that except Jafeth and Lysandra. It is dark, and so empty, our breathings echo. It smells of mold and damp earth. Jafeth opens up one of the cells and tosses me inside, then he locks it and does the same thing to Oliver. “Luna,” I try. “Fine, I agree that we shouldn’t have disrespected you like that—”

They were her favourite kind of movies but she had never been able to watch it alone because she was the type of girl who got scared easily. There was this time we watched a zombie movie called train to Busan and she couldn't sleep alone for a week. Olly and I had to take turns in staying with her. I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare our snacks, I wasn't that much of a fan of popcorn so I went with potato chips. I set the snacks on the table while she inserted the disc into the DVD. After getting out drinks, I sat down and got comfortable as the movie started when my phone started ringing. "Ugh what now?" I complained as I reached for the phone. "What?" I answered rudely on purpose w

He just kept mumbling under his breath, "I'm sorry, Winnie. I never managed to protect you… I'm sorry…" I felt that Finnegan wasn't getting me. Why did he keep mumbling to himself and blaming himself for not protecting me? Wasn't he the one who hurt me the most all the while? The sedative was starting to work again, and I started floating out of consciousness. Someone suddenly hugged me tightly. His arms were warm and somewhat comforting, but they were also holding back because they were shaking uncontrollably. "Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too."

“Ahhh slightly. Not too sure what you were hoping for when you were sent to the cells, the dungee-on, the prison… we could sing the Folsom Prison Blues together if you’d like.” I couldn’t help but let out a hearty guffaw and start belting it out ***I hear the train a-comin’ It’s rolling ‘round the bend And I ain’t seen the sunshine Since I don’t know when I’m stuck in Folsom Prison And time keeps draggin’ on*** “SHUT THE FU.CK UP!” He yells across the hall. That’s when I hear it, the guys cracking up. ***But that train keeps a-rollin’

As we approached downtown, I nodded to Caspian. "Take off his blindfold," I said. "He can't figure out where we came from at this point anyway." Max blinked as the cloth was removed, his eyes darting around nervously. "We're... we're close," he stammered. "Just a few more blocks." He confessed. Soon, we pulled up in front of an abandoned-looking warehouse. But appearances could be deceiving. The scent hit me immediately - wolves. My lips curled into a snarl. So, our bombers weren't just ordinary criminals after all.

Asteria POV. The moment has arrived. We are transporting the prisoners to the conference and we need to do this and fast as my skin begins drying again. I don’t have long. 48 hours, my ass. The prisoners are led out in cuffs that can’t be broken unless with the blood of the one who has placed them on. Which is Gaia. We walk through the Supernatural Council headquarters and out into the lobby. Wolves form a circle around us as Fenrir opens the portal. I take a few breaths as Carter takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.