In Tyr's Footsteps Novels & Stories

Vicky stopped and glanced back, trembling, his suspicion rising as if he were being chased by someone. He quickened his pace, but the sound of footsteps grew louder — steady, measured, closing in. His heart thumped hard, and he could feel each beat pounding in his chest. His thirst grew fiercer.

Tory walks for an 1hr and 34mins before she gets to Marcella's Polaris restaurant, she couldn't afford to use the last money on her to pay for a bus tho get there. She sat outside the restaurant tired and from walking for that long, she kept thinking where she could get food for $2. She was still thinking when Miss Cheryl comes out of the restaurant to talk to her. “Hey Tory, I noticed you have been setting her for the past 10mins are you okay dear??, You look don't tell me you walked all the way here??. He asks has she looks at Tory. “I did” Tory replys sadly. “I have only $2 on me and if I spend it on bus fair, I wouldn't be able to get something to eat”.

"Push from your abdomen. Are you ready? One, two, go!" Maya pushed with all her might, her grip on Dexter's arm growing tighter. Inhaling deeply, she repeated the process, each push fueled by determination, until Rosa's voice pierced the room. "I see the baby's head! Keep going, my queen!" she encouraged. Maya persisted, pushing with every ounce of strength left within her, until finally, the cries of a newborn filled the air. Overwhelmed with relief, she sobbed, clinging tightly to Dexter's embrace.

I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world. Victor seemed amused. The long black car carried us away from that building toward a mansion even brighter than the auction hall. The iron gates opened slowly. A fountain rose high in the center of a vast garden. Garden lights shimmered like fallen stars on earth. When the car stopped, a line of people stood waiting on the main staircase. Two bloodhounds barked sharply—probably his pets. They bowed. “Welcome back, Boss.” No one dared to look at me for long.

He doesn't deserve to see that he has an affect on me. “Well there is that and I wish that was all I had to apologize for.” Saying that got my attention and my eyes locked with his. “I have been a tyrant to you for years and I realize now that I was wrong. I was not only wrong but I was cruel and heartless. I know it doesn't change anything and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I am so sorry. I spoke with my parents today and they cleared some things up that I completely thought wrong about. I thought all through high school you had been ratting me out to my parents every time I did anything and would get in trouble. I felt betrayed and I was so angry with you. I know it is not a good exc

SPECIAL CHAPTER CONT'D * * Tyr stands outside the meeting tent, his heart keeps melting into his chest. He'd only wanted to prove his bravery to Soral, but now, his feet are taut with the urge to flee. “I want to meet the C-Chief,” He stammers nervously to the warriors outside, who exchange looks, recognising the omega as Rene's good friend. Tyr's fingers are clenched in determination as they lead him into the beast's lair.

** 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘆 — 𝗘𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿 By the time Enola arrived, the rain had started. Light at first. Then steady. A cold, persistent drizzle that coated the glass windows and blurred the view outside. Inside, the atmosphere was worse. Whispers. Side glances. Phones lighting up every second. Enola walked through it all. Her posture straight. Her expression unreadable. But her fingers trembled slightly at her sides. The conference room doors opened. Voices spilled out. Tense. Sharp. Overlapping.

Unparalleled in strength to all and none. Only twice would he be outrun. Saved by the blood of a first blessed one He will be important for a greater war to be won. His ultimate redemption would be a red one. She will light the spark for the war to come. Keeping the beast from being undone Promised to the Tyrant, she will be the one I had not even finished reading the scarp of paper aloud, when I sob escaped Stray's mouth. "I am sorry, this is all happening because of me." She said in between those sobs, as she ran up the stairs.

He went to get food". I heard footsteps fade and I let out the breath I was holding, I cry out softly barely able to stand upright. I shudder violently clamping my mouth shut as I come hard and I hear his groans as he finishes inside me. We remain like that for sometime before he slowly detangles from me setting me on my feet. I hear him fixing himself up, I do the same pulling my underwear in place, the material soaked with our release. He gives me a kiss before leaving, I check myself in the mirror to be sure I looked alright before walking out

With every step, I had the desire to turn around and run. Run, run, run. I didn't need to talk to him. I didn't need to see him. Run, run, run. Only a few more steps left. I was soaked to my bones. The rain had picked up. Run, run, RUN. I stood in front of the door. I stood in front of the door. The glass on it reflected my heavy expression. I looked tired. I was tired. The bags underneath my eyes - had they always been there?