Jojo Horton Hears A Who Novels & Stories

"We shouldn't have spoiled you so much! You're making noise the first thing in the morning! How am I supposed to go to work?" I felt something touch my forehead as Phoebe used a tissue to wipe the sweat from my brow. "I'm so jealous of Maisie. She has parents who love her this much. This is the first time anyone has ever treated my wounds. Mrs. Shaw, don't worry. I don't feel any pain." I smacked her hand away, snapping the cotton swab in two. My voice dropped, sharp and cold. "Why don't you feel pain?" Phoebe froze for a second, then broke into an innocent, childlike smile. She said sweetly, "Because I know magic that makes pain disappear."

It feels like I just want to enjoy the silent even just for a minute, to at least forget about everything, except from her. When she was already sleeping, I close my eyes for a while and when I opened it again, my eyes darted at Luna. I took a deep sigh, I don't know how to do anymore, I just really don't feel good from all what I have heard on the old woman on the hospital. I close my eyes again to take a nap also, but I think it was just only 30 minutes since then, when I immediately open my eyes when I heard the shout of Luna.

SYSTEM ALERT: ADMINISTRATIVE CODES OVERRIDDEN. 02 LOCALLY ISOLATED. The glass door slammed shut. The monitors went black. A camera feed came on showing the hallway.. Then Julian walked into view his eyes fixed on the lens. He looked calm. It was a terrifying calm. He sparked a flame with his lighter his eyes never leaving my face. Through the intercom Julians voice came through, low and velvet. "You have five minutes to step away, from my analyst, Mr. Thorne. Before I show you what happens to those who trespass in my domain twice."

“Wait, I hear something. Shh…” Aria let out a soft whimper and then a quiet half bark. Hal had heard nothing like it. Let alone come from a human before. It unnerved him. “What was that?” He tried to whisper as best as he could. Aria bent down and retrieved the only working flashlight. Then passed it to Hal. “I hear movement down the tunnel we came from. I’m hoping it's part of our group. But I can’t be sure. That was our sign that we’re here and okay.”

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

The view in front of her was blurry and she blinked her eyes few times. A bright smile formed on her lips seeing Ares in front of her. "Ares!" She exclaimed and immediately got up in a sitting position. "You came!" The joy in her voice was could be heard. "Yes little one. How can I stay away from my mate, hmm?" He said and was surprised when she hugged him out of nowhere. "I missed you." She mumbled in a small voice, her voice was just above a whisper and he won't have heard it if it wasn't for her supernatural hearing.

The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.”

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes as I began to hear unfamiliar voices. "What if she wakes up and asks for food?" "We can't give her any or Master Wisen will kill us!" "But elder sister looks thirsty..." "You give her your share then, Chik." "Okay, okay, that's enough. Let's give her some water..." Who? Who were these people?

The first hum of traffic stirs beneath the apartment, the city awakening like a great beast stretching itself from slumber. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting the warmth of the hardwood with practiced silence. In the hush, I hear the measured tick of my wristwatch from across the room, the low mechanical purr that syncs itself to the pulse at my throat.

"Grandpa passes away in a nursing home, not in a hospital. You can't afford the hospital bills. Mr. Hudson visits him every week. The last time he sees him, Grandpa grabs his hand and calls your name. "Mistaking Mr. Hudson for you, he smiles. The next day, he's gone. You carry me onto an overpass. The wind is so strong, while cars race beneath us. You stand there for a long, long time. "I tell you, 'Mommy, I'm cold.' You lower your head and look at me. By then, there's nothing left in your eyes." I closed my eyes and carved every single word into my memory. Just then, Alistair Hudson's chat window lit up with three new messages.