Hood Shrek Novels & Stories

"And you will not win this fight. It is my will that you go with these soldiers, and as my apprentice you must obey. As much as it pains me, past this night, you will not be allowed shelter in my house." There was a finality in her voice that bludgeoned Iris's heart, and suddenly the shelf of fine glass bowls, the drawers of neatly sorted candles, the strings of garlic draped over the wooden crossbeam, all of it, all the things Iris had grown up with and built her world around, seemed foreign and filled her mouth with the taste of ashes. Shoving herself away from the table, her chair screeching against the floor, Iris ran out the door before Mother Hall could see her tears and sought solace

When I was eight, the Highbrow pack was the third strongest pack in all of the South. Things didn't turn out the way I prayed and hoped that they would, because one night, a night that started off peaceful and calm, a night in which my father was visiting us, turned into calamity and disaster. I was startled up from sleep by a heart wrenching and bloody growl made by a pack member. I knew what that sound was. It was a signal. A signal that indicated that war had started and once again, my father and his pack had to fight for survival.

Elena let out a sharp scream and dove under the blanket before bursting into tears. Everyone around us froze, stunned by what I had just done. "Are you out of your mind, Jasmine?" Miles snapped out of his shock and snatched the cameraman's camera with a hardened expression. "We're in public, and someone's filming here. How could you lift a young woman's skirt? You're unbelievable!" I shook the wedding shoe in my hand. "She tied the shoe to her waist and asked you guys to grab it. Wasn't she asking for someone to reach under? You couldn't do it, so I helped you. What's wrong with that?"

Torches flared—and then the first cage door buckled. It wasn’t from the fire. A low, guttural roar rolled out, shaking the snow from the pines. Chains snapped like twigs, and something huge and pale surged into the open—a beast of matted fur and bone-spiked shoulders, its eyes pools of red light. The Creed hadn’t just bound monsters. They had starved them. “Fall back!” the heir ordered, but the ground shuddered as the beast slammed into the nearest rider, hurling man and horse aside like toys.

A sound like a muffled shuffling came from that corner, between the boiler and the left wall, the only spot daylight didn’t reach. “It’s awake. Watching us.” “Okay,” I muttered to myself. “Let’s do this.” I went halfway from the pillar to the corner. I thought maybe the phone cam would see something I didn’t and tried to film. A low growl came from the shadows as the light from my phone swept the corner. “Sorry,” I said aloud, and turned it off. “Better now?” “Odd,” Edward said. “Why odd?” “It’s afraid of us.” Needless to say that boosted my courage. What I didn’t anticipate was that it would make me feel sorry for the thing. My phone didn’t show anything special, so I stopped filming and cr

A shrill, terrifying scream split through everyone's eardrums. "Who dares touch my darling Alison?!"

Shawn opened his mouth to speak the final words, ready to ask her again the life changing question. But just then, something went terribly wrong. As the word left his lips, his voice suddenly slurred, sounding heavy and strange. Shawn froze. A sudden, violent wave of heat began running through his entire body, starting from the center of his chest and spreading down to his veins like molten lava. An unexpected, overwhelming desire washed over him with the force of a tidal wave. It wasn't just a normal romantic feeling, it was a dark, raging fire that completely consumed his thoughts in a fraction of a second.

Shane said and she doesn't believe'd in spirits. The two of them continued to climb into the hut. When they reached the top they went inside. Suddenly a strong wind blew and the door closed. "Ahhhhhh ...!" The two girl shouted as the door of the hut closed. "Let's get out of here." Trembling said of Cara. "Let's stay here first." Shane said and not feeling the fear of those times. They peeked through the hole of the hut and saw at the bottom of the tree house the man with them chasing them.

I coughed but went rigid underneath the steel toe black marauder boots. "You should have stayed out of this. You had no business interfering Shields. Do you know how high and how far this will go? It doesn't stop with me and that is why I've gotta take the opportunity to end you." I laughed. This was my maze on my premises, I'd be buried here one day but not murdered. "You don't get it do you?" I retorted and begin unraveling truths for him. "Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches."

Something huffing like it nearly breathed along his neck. But when he turned there was nothing there. Still, the feeling of eyes was inescapable. Echoing through the forest and fading into the distance. There was nothing there. Only the sounds of water splashing echoed through the trees, fading into the distance. Jumping from Heretic’s back he rushed to the shack, throwing aside the rushes to enter. Smoke filled the shack so thickly it was foggy. The smell of burning skin filled the air seeping to the doorway in potent waves. She’d scooted back against the rocks behind her. A small branch protruding from the log she was tied to was gripped so tightly her hand shook.