Knight Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Three feet. Two. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out because terror wrapped its hands around my throat. The tray lowered. The plate touched the table. A single cookie rolled gently across the silver dish and the young prince reached for it. My heart stopped. "No..." His fingers stretched toward the cookie. One more inch. One more second. And then— "STOP!" The scream ripped from my lungs. Too late, the young prince had already lifted the cookie, his mouth opening for the first bite.

"You didn't think I was aiming at the capital's convoy, did you?" The King turned his head, his face pale as his lead guard dragged a white fox out of the thicket—a rare pelt, drilled clean through the left eye socket. "A clean shot," Aeon whispered, his voice trembling slightly despite his efforts to maintain his composure. "The fur will make a fine collar for the Queen," I said, tossing the bleeding carcass toward his lead driver. "Consider it a token of our hospitality." "Did the supervisor give you that broth because you're special, Obi, or did you find another hidden safe under the platform?" Amira Cole asked, setting her laundry basket down on the floor of the Silver Chamber.

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

He chuckled and said, “I must have done something right for Selene to grant me a computer nerd like myself.” There was a sharp intake of breath from across the room and when we turned, Cookie was standing with her hand over her mouth. “What’s wrong Cookie are you alright?” Kendall asked. “She’s the Luna?” Cookie questioned with her eyes wide. “Yes, Lady Mia Delgato, Please meet Cicily Rose, Cookie of the Rip Claw Pack,” Kendall introduced. “My apologies Luna, if I had known it was you…” she said, offering her neck in submission. “Cookie, you needed to be taken care of, it doesn’t matter what my title will be. “Thank you Luna and congratulations Alpha, she's lovely inside and out,” Cookie rep

I stopped the bike and got off, where do I begin? 'Okay, Ted, let's examine the facts and think this through,' I said out loud, cocking my hips and putting my finger under my chin. I straightened myself, Yolanda and Cookie are starting to infect me with their girlishness. 'Cookie was sitting on a horse, a highly obedient one who – according to the owner – never behaves erratically. He suddenly neighs and run off with her, with a speed that ought to throw off a person learning for the first time–hmm. She keeps screaming as he ran into the clean forest area, not the open field where he ought to run to –interesting– and then they disappear. The horse ended up at a waterfall, but she wasn't. Thi

“You too, Cookie. I’ll bring you a plate. And you already know that she’s going to decline your proposal.” James laughed as he sat across from Knuckles and a surly Cookie joined them. “Anything happen afterwards?” “Nope.” Knuckles said tucking back into his breakfast. “Don’t think I could go that long without getting laid.” Cookie grumbled as he watched Karan getting his plate together through the window. “I think you’re proposing to the wrong woman.” Knuckles advised. Cookie glared at him as Karan brought the plate over and placed it on the table. She rested a hand on his shoulder for just a moment and he touched her hand possessively.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

"That's the rule." "What about this one?" "That's the knight," I say to him. "Why is it a horse?" "Because knights ride horses." Damon sits back against me a little further. "The knight travels in an 'L' shape. Like that." I show him by taking the knight up one space, then over one space. "He's a very neat piece. He's the only one who can jump pieces." "He jumps?" "Yeah. He goes over them." Damon's eyes open wide. "Like a ninja?"