Julio Edgerunners Novels & Stories

"You need to eat more. How are you supposed to run up and down the field, being so skinny? You won't have any energy." "Ma," Eduardo chimes in. "He's been playing soccer for years. He knows how much to eat." "Leave her alone, Lalo," Elizabeth says to her husband. "You know how she loves fattening us up." Geovany hands me a beer. "Don't worry about me, Mama." I twist the top off and throw the bottle cap in the sink. "I'm saving myself for the enchiladas. You can fatten me up then." At the reminder, she turns back to her cooking. "Where's Marlene?"

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

An athletic and strong arm clasped Lyra, helping her to stand upright. “W-who?" Lyra asked, trying to take a look at the man helping her. “Harrison," The man said. Lyra knew it wasn't Harrison, she could recognize Harrison's touch and voice. But the man's voice sounded familiar. The world around her shifted in an unstable way and everything blurred. She could not see the man properly. All she could see was a pair of cufflinks gleaming in the light- a stylized letter E before she blacked out in his arms.

The soft hum of the forest breeze drifted through the open window of Jade Figueroa’s room, carrying the crisp scent of pine and earth. It was early morning, but Jade, a 19-year-old with wild dark curls and piercing gray eyes, was already wide awake, pacing the length of her bedroom. Her frustration was palpable, radiating off her in waves. She was a wolf of the Lake Crescent Pack, born into the powerful Figueroa bloodline, yet her life felt like a gilded cage.

Just as I was about to lose patience and leave, Caesar stroked Celine's hair and whispered, "Wait for me." Then he turned to me, his eyes hard. "You'd better have a real reason for being here." When we reached the corner of the room, his voice dropped to a low, impatient growl. "Go on. What could possibly be worth threatening me with reject?" "Caesar," I said, "be careful of Uncle Miron and Celine. They're hiding something. Don't trust anyone." His expression turned dark. "Rena, you already have the Luna title. Celine's injured—she needs me. Must you keep attacking her?"