Insurgent Novels & Stories

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

Hanson moves forward while commanding to others, “Release her!” When no one listens, he moves to do it himself. “Hanson, stop!” His body obeys as his mind churns, his heart burns, and his eyes yearn to follow through with the task. The Alpha Female. “COME BACK TO ME!” Hanson straightens as his body obeys a call the rest of him wishes to ignore. As he comes to stand next to his new female, he watches Jezebel and pleads for forgiveness and offers false promises of freeing himself from his Alpha Female with his eyes. Jezebel closes her eyes before looking straight ahead. That was the last time she looked at him. The thin silver thread grows even weaker from the final betrayal. He was going to s

That way everything will be over. Sigh. She won't understand no matter how I explain it to her. No one knows about this but there are times when I usually have urges. Urges that if I don't fuck someone then and then, it'll feel like I'm about to lose it. Those urges usually happen when I get angry. Not just angry but mad. I think dad's announcement triggered it and also the fact that I've been resisting her, Azra is the first girl I've stayed with this long and haven't touched. I knew she wouldn't agree to have s*x with me so I went out to search for someone else.

Sure, I was taller than Ty by three inches and we didn’t look alike, but it didn’t dismiss the thought that she might have him in her mind while she was kissing me. “Maybe because you have been living under a rock?” replied Corbin as he fixed his boxing stance. His legs stood firmly shoulder-width apart with his knees slightly bent and his left foot turned to point toward me. “I really do not like that girlfriend of yours, Margaux, or what I would like to call Mar-faux since she’s bloody fake. I am glad Autumn kicked her arse.”

I take a break from my work and hunt down and kill rogues that have gone insane. Unlike most werewolves, I don’t kill all rogues, just the ones that are insane. That is why I said that the werewolf treatment of rogues is a problem. Often, wolves who have gone rogue to escape a bad situation and are seeking shelter, are killed or imprisoned simply because they are rogues. Ugh. This annoys me so much. Innocent people are killed because of herd mentality. Why can’t the pack wolves see that some rogues are not bad?

"You can't go like that?" "Why not? It covers everything. I'm sure it's no one important." "What if it's like… my parents?" The doorbell rang again and Jackson frowned. "Well whoever it is, they're an impatient motherfucker." I shook my head, looking through the box until I found a pair of ratty Eirresistible Cougars Football sweatpants. I put them on and hurried to the door. I opened it up and found myself standing face-to-face with Simon and Terry.

The hunt had begun. With powerful legs and agile grace, I sprang forward, leaving the house behind. The journey to Hoia Baciu Forest would be long, but my senses were sharpened, and my purpose was clear. The scent of my Stacie lingered faintly in my memory, guiding me as I bounded through the night. Driven by loyalty and the instinct to protect, I moved swiftly, a guardian of the night on a mission to rescue Stacie from the clutches of those good-for-nothing forest werewolves.

I said abruptly as he was checking something on his phone when he glanced at me with amusement in his eyes. “Why?” He pointed an eyebrow with an expressionless face making my hands to go sweaty. “I…I…” I hated to stutter. “My pins aren’t coming off.” I said as I started to remove the pins from my head. I didn’t know why I said that as I simply couldn’t say that I didn’t want to sleep with you on the same bed. He was a Durani. Duranis men were infamous in beating their wives, abusive and what not. I had mentally prepared myself for that but there was a big part of me that he would never raise hand on me. I didn’t know the reason yet. Might be Duranis were the great actors or might be he was t

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I was too hungry for care and love that I forgot infatuation never ends well. I loved you but maybe there was something in my love that wasn't enough to respect you the way you deserved to be respected. I ruined my chance to repay you for all the things you did for me. You know it's my first day being imprisoned. The place is an abandoned basement. I sleep on the floor I work all day. And you know I don't mind it. Because I chose it myself. The only thing I regret deeply is that I wasn't able to prove your innocence the day I accused you. Wish I could take time back and confess the truth the same day I snatched your pride from you.