Forsaken #coolkid 소설 & 이야기

Darkness then swept forward, seizing me like a tidal wave. Unseen POV Isabel shifted in the cellar, her lips parting as if to speak, but the drug kept her still. Beyond the racks, an unseen presence lingered, silent and patient, watching and waiting. From the top of the stairs, the figure watched with a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Below, Blake Rasta teetered unsteadily, the pack’s infamous drunk, eyes wide and unfocused. A soft whisper floated down, urging him forward.

The breath we exhaled combined between us. “I don’t need a friend who doesn’t even listen to me,” I growled, and I let go of his shirt and took the money from my pocket. I didn’t count the money and left them on the table. “Damned you. You’re really obnoxious,” I added as I stepped away from the table. He just sat down there without moving an inch.

She said, standing up from the floor. "Hey, what are fake friends for." Kelly laughed. Tierra let out a giggle. "Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." She said before walking to the room she usually slept in. Climbing on her bed, she tried to sleep without hurting herself. She couldn't believe the Prince set her up like this. Kissed her, then punished her. Tierra sighed, carefully sneaking out the room, not wanting to wake the others up. ___________

Some other people that were assembled nearby also threw Luke irritated looks before going on about their businesses. Luke scoffed and turned to Spencer, disapproval written all over him. "Don't use the Lord's name in vain!" he scolded as he waved Spencer off in a dismissing manner. "Besides, I was made in heavenly splendor, not to mention my overly cuteness and hotness," he scoffed as he turned back to Spencer and whoever cared to listen. "Have you met me yet?" he asked as he beat his chest smugly.

His eyes softened as he looked at me one last time. “Farewell.” Then his body collapsed. He fell to the ground, lifeless. At the same time, a terrifying scream erupted from inside him. Varkros… The darkness inside Aiden’s body twisted violently, thrashing as if trying to escape. But it was too late. With one final, furious shriek, the dark energy burst outward like black smoke. Then it vanished. Completely gone. Silence fell over the clearing. Aiden’s body lay still on the ground.

It eased the pressure on my throat a fraction, allowing me to breathe easier with the new knowledge I hung onto desperately. “He said to tell you that he’s not talking to your parents. He said they were wrong and ‘being mean,’ they hurt you, so he’s not speaking to them,” Zander says with a weak smile. I can’t help but laugh a little. My mind tries to construct an image of Milo not speaking to Dad; it seemed impossible. “He said that he hopes that you call him. He misses you.” I nod, closing my eyes to digest it all.

But then I hear it. “Crybaby! Why don’t you go home to your mommy?” “I bet he still sleeps with a blanket!” One of the boys shoves the smaller kid hard, and he stumbles to the ground. Something inside me burns. I stand up and march over, clutching my backpack tighter. The grass crunches under my shoes. One of the boys sees me coming and laughs. “Uh-oh, it’s the werewolf girl. What, you gonna bite us?” I ignore him. I kneel next to the boy on the ground—he’s got big glasses and a scraped elbow—and help him up.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

It smells like whiskey, desperation, and a kind of comfort I haven't felt in years. And tonight? I want to forget. Or at least remember who I was before they broke me.

And after, that a shocking chant emerged from the swarm, reluctant at to begin with, at that point developing louder and more certain: "For Alpha Killian! For Alpha Killian!" A sense of solidarity settled over the pack, a delicate but effective drive that bound them together. They had confronted their questions, gone up against their outrage, and chosen pardoning. They were prepared to stand as one, wolves of Whispering Woods, prepared to battle for their domestic, their pack, and their future.