Ian Mckinley Final Destination Novels & Stories

Somewhere above it all, Mikhail is probably still smiling, thinking he’s already won. He doesn’t know I walked out with his list. He doesn’t know I’m coming for one of his anchors. The cab stops at a traffic light. I look up and see my reflection layered over the skyline, me, and behind me the ghost of the empire I’ve been trying to keep clean. Alkali Holdings was supposed to be my redemption story. Maybe this is what redemption really looks like: walking straight into the dirt to cut the roots out myself. The meter clicks. I tell the driver to keep going.

I replied to Lincoln and he just nodded in agreement with what I was planning to do. I've been driving the car for about an hour before we reached Morgan's pack land which is now considered as a no man's land because there is not a single pack member left in Morgan's pack. Lincoln and I got out of the car and then looked around the area. The place is very serene, the corpses of Morgan, his wife, and his pack members are no longer here because Kayden has taken them all to Mystic River where their funeral will be held when the full moon arrives.

"I have a family. That's where I'm going to start. Who we are and where we came from will take some time. Jimmy remained silent. "Beyond tonight, will you stay with us?" McEwan asked. "At least for a few days?" Jimmy sighed. Wanting nothing more. "You need some time here with your family, McEwan. I am going back to Paris in the morning." She looked disappointed but seemed to know it was the right thing to do. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Finally McEwan reached over and, taking his hand, led him out of the chapel. They walked to a small rise on the bluff. From here, Scottish countryside spread out before them, suffused in a pale moonlight that sifted through the departing clouds. Th

Even from that distance I could see the sadness in her eyes. Sam’s voice broke the silence. “Course plotted.” “Destination: Mongolia.” The plane lifted into the dark sky. Behind us the lights of China faded into the night. And somewhere on the ground below… Michelle remained inside the League of Silence. Helping me survive. Even if it meant her death.

Mack heard him say as John continued to explain the situation to him. “Mack, where should you meet?” John asked. “Washington State. I-90 exit 15.” Mack told him. John relayed the information and the said. “He will be leaving here tomorrow or the day after. Should be there within 3 to 4 days.” “No, flying him out there is too big of a risk.” “Aaliyah does and that is enough for me. Until the next full moon.” John said before hanging up.

*** Ray felt the sheer heat gone and deemed it safe to come out. When he opened the coffin Shelai shrieked making him jump inside "What!?" "Warn me next time you rise from there! You know its still a coffin!" "My apologies" he said laughing "How far are we?" "I saw a sign that read Alaska not too long ago... I had to use a few witch tricks to get out of snags, but we're almost there" "So, Muraco resides in Alaska?" "The final frontier, its a huge open space of land that belonged to the Beowulf clan"

Teeth clenched, he growled, "Where are you?" The man gave an address—the most expensive outdoor wedding venue on the Upper East Side. Edward hung up. He bolted out of the apartment, rage in his chest. He would make Margot return by herself, begging and crawling.

Ron and Eric were right on his heels, both rushing over. Their hands reached out, only to find my body giving way, collapsing without a fight. No wounds, no pain. Mission accomplished. I headed home with my cool 45 million dollars. [The end.]

[Tonight's the deadline—I was just about to beg for an extension for you. I smiled as I read it, but then my vision blurred. Twenty-four years together with Justine, nine years tangled up. Now, after just four days, I could leave her without hesitation. Just as Justine and Wayne announced they were back together, I was packing to head to Brindlewood. Melvin reminded me to bring warm clothes as winter in the north was brutal. When I finished packing and checked my phone, messages about Justine flooded the screen. I ignored them. Just then, my mother called out from outside my room.

"I heard there’s a small clinic in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. They’re short-staffed, and they have a very interesting population of hikers who get lost in the woods." Killian caught my eye as he loaded the last of the suitcases. He didn't have his wolf, but the way he looked at me was enough to light up the dark. "The mountains," he said. "I think I could get used to the altitude." We drove out of Oak Creek as the sun dipped below the horizon, five silhouettes in a car full of secrets. We were not the end of the world, and we were not its saviors. We were just a family, driving toward the next sunrise, waiting for the moon to rise.