Jumper Novels & Stories

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

“He left when it turned red. He thought it was victory. He limped to the seam and down. I told him he didn’t have to do anything else. He thanked me for the chance to be modern.” “What’s his name,” Evelyn asked. “Garron,” the man said. “Garron List.” He flinched at the syllables, as if the square had already taught him that names were heavy when anyone could hear them. Maera crouched, her old bones mocking time. “Were you going to bleed him,” she asked very calmly, “or were you going to ask the light to eat him politely.”

It was at that moment that I suddenly understood that the many times I'd compromised my life over and over again had already completely ruined me. "What… What did you just say?" Her voice trembled with rage. I simply turned and walked toward the stairwell. "I said, go ahead and jump if you want to. I'm in a hurry. College applications are already open, and I need to go back and finish mine." "Suzanne Gibson!" Mom shrieked. "Stop right there! You ungrateful brat! Are you really trying to kill me?" I stopped walking and turned to look at her. "Mom, you're the one who climbed up here yourself to jump. What's that got to do with me?"

I felt like they were forcing me to be alone in a room with him. I launched myself to the first beam I over shot where I was planning to land but I hit it running. It was one of those that rolls as you go along it. I jumped from the beam to a swaying circle that flips as soon as you land so you have 0.2 seconds to jump of from it again.

Dove reached the end of its recorded content and perched just out of reach with its head cocked, looking at us. “I have never hated an invention more than I do Dove,” Jonathan growled as he climbed the ladder of the bunker. “While I agree with you, what do you plan to do? The ladder is too far from where he’s perched.” I asked as I watched him nervously. “I’m going to jump and grab it,” Jonathan said casually.

for what was going to come next. He used his momentum in a creative, instead of piling into his opponent; instead, he jerked to the right and swung around Junior Then, when he was directly behind his opponent, Pheonix curled his legs into his body and angled his body towards the ground, changing the direction of his fall, putting the weight of his jump into a powerful throw.

She could feel her pulse quickening, a primal urge clawing at her instincts as she evaluated her options. Just as the ground began to give way beneath her feet, sending loose gravel skittering into the void below, Amelia instinctively crouched low, steadying herself against the wall. Her breath quickened, eyes darting across the widening gap. With a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, she braced for the jump—the only way across this abyss. Stepping back to gain momentum, she launched herself forward, feeling the air rush past her as she sailed over the fissure, a moment suspended in time.

I ask, momentarily blinded by the torrent of color making the room spin. “She says you haven’t checked in with them since you left Maatua last week.” “Yeah… I haven’t. I’ve been busy.” It’s true, in my defense. Dad spirited me to Maatua, which is also called ‘jumping,’ the act of basically walking through space and time and landing somewhere completely new. It’s incredibly difficult and taxing on our powers to do long jumps all the way here, so once in Maatua, I spent a few days with my grandparents before catching the ferry to the mainland.

Cool dawn air rushed in. I climbed onto the sill, legs shaking violently. It wasn’t that far—maybe a ten-foot drop onto grass—but my stomach lurched. “Go!” he whispered urgently, eyes wild. I squeezed my eyes shut, took a breath, and jumped. I hit the ground hard, rolling instinctively. Pain exploded in my ankle and knees, but nothing felt broken. I forced myself up—legs screaming, ankle buckling under my weight. Limping badly, barefoot on cold gravel and dew-slick grass, I ran.