Laurel Lightfoot Onward Novels & Stories

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

So Laurel decided to go on foot, letting Silver take control. The night was dark and gloomy, but the clouds looked pregnant. With no direction in mind, Laurel roamed the thick bushes and even went further in. She felt free and safe out here, more than she ever felt trapped in those walls. The snap of a tweak made her turn abruptly, but when she did, it was the darkness that met her eyes and even with her wolf vision, she could see no one in sight.

Boulder rumbled in agreement, his tawny form rising, the firelight reflecting in his eyes, the pack’s unity a radiant light, the celebration a promise of joy. Lila stood, her parchment scroll clutched in her hands, her hazel eyes bright with hope, her voice soft but steady, the firelight illuminating her face, the breeze warm against her skin, the celebration a joyous hum, the packhouse a haven. “Our maps will guide us,” she said, her charcoal stick glinting in the moonlight, Spark yipping beside her, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, the pack’s unity a promise of victory. “We’ll light the way, together.” Her smile was radiant, the packhouse a sanctuary, the celebration a warm embrace, t

Olivia hesitantly pulled out her tongue and licked the side of her left foot, after which she gagged non-stop before putting her boot back on. Olivia eventually placed the card on her lips again and passed it to Brandon who successfully picked it and passed it to Laurel who was about to pass it to Cassie but it slipped and they almost kissed. Cassie quickly jumped back, and burst into laughter while Laurel whined. She looked at Chad and said, "truth, I'm not going to lick my feet, that's so disgusting, eww." "Truth? Seriously, Laurel. You're such a killjoy." Cassie said playfully.

"You can't, Ardolf. Luka will come for me, just as we planned. He'll save me, and together, we'll emerge as the rightful alpha and luna." Ardolf's gaze bore into hers, his own determination flaring. "You underestimate me if you think I'll simply let you walk away." Light's smile was enigmatic, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "I never underestimated you, Ardolf. But sometimes, destiny is stronger than any one individual." As their words hung in the air, the cavern seemed to hold its breath, a silent battleground of conflicting emotions. Light's revelation had shattered Ardolf's perception of their reality, exposing the intricate tapestry of intentions that had been woven beneath the sur

And then, he pushed her back toward the light. Laila gasped, her eyes snapping open as her heart jump-started with a violent thud. She was lying in the atrium, her head in Kaden’s lap. The circle was still there, but the forty young people were standing now, their faces filled with a new, terrifying power. They were no longer victims; they were an army of light. But Laila looked at the eastern window. The mist was retreating, yes. But it was retreating toward a single point in the harbor.

She was unbelievably foolish for voluntarily giving me proof of Edgar's infidelity. Well, I silently kept copies of the evidence for safekeeping. Half an hour later, I saw two people exiting the apartment building. That woman from earlier was holding onto Edgar's arm with a bashful glow of satisfaction. I used my phone to record a video of them walking to the car and driving off. Jubilee Heights was relatively near Edgar's office. It was ten minutes by car. Putting my cap and mask back on, I tailed them on my scooter and saw the woman getting out of the car at the intersection just before Edgar's office building. He kept on driving to the office.

"God told me to come to you. He said to me that we have the same enemy. So reach out to me... and I will give you the power to get your revenge." They heard that voice. It was as sweet as sugar, but something... something was not right. "Who are you...?" Laurel asked. She didn't even realize that her body had been untied from the pole and reached out her hand. So was Abby, who raised her frozen fingers toward the light. "You don't need to know." The second they touched the light, it changed color to dark red. They flinched awake and realized that they might have made a mistake. "AAARGH!"

City Lights: Zara put her nose to the air tracking the scent of the three council members. She raced off into the distance. The moonlight light is still lighting the way to go. She knew she was far outside their pack's territory now. The air felt different, the ground was harder,and everything shifted. She just couldn't tell if they were in Bruce’s territory or Lance’s. Everything smelt like both Bruce and Lance. She kept to the path the moon set for her.