Live Wire Novels & Stories

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

I forced myself forward then, ignoring the pain in my legs. “Move,” I had said, my voice rough but urgent. They stepped aside immediately. I knelt between them. Liam and Aurora. Both still. Both pale. Both terrifyingly silent. My heart pounded wildly as I placed my hand on Aurora first. Her pulse was weak… but steady. Her breathing shallow. Her body exhausted, drained from the power she had unleashed. “She’s alive,” I whispered. Relief rippled through them. But it didn’t last. Because Liam—

Livie shook her head and said, “I don’t know anything about my body’s past life. I’m not an Extraterrestrial Demon. James is the one that gave me life.” Yardos’ smile suddenly froze. Livie was too powerful. If she were to recover her strength and reclaim her identity as an Extraterrestrial Demon, she would become a massive threat to the Endlos’ Ten Districts. Despite that, Yardos felt slightly relieved after seeing her innocent expression.

Soon her two little arms were raised and she wanted me to pick her up. "Hello little lady, I'm Sebastian," I said as I lifted her up and rested her on my free side. Mira grinned and looked at Rai and then at me. "You are the same," she mumbled and huffed slightly in disbelief. I glanced at Rai and he smiled proudly and looked up at me. I felt a connection to the little fellow and lifted him further up on my side with a grin on my face. I could tell that Mira wasn't affected by her brother and that only meant one thing, she was a Life. I gritted my teeth and wondered if the fates pulled a fast one to replace both Miguel and I, perhaps to take away our immortality. I didn't feel any different

The floor is gone! The child didn't cry out. He reached up, his tiny, unblemished hand locking around the red wire that ran from the high-voltage grid directly into the wagon’s iron axle. He didn't try to break it; with a sudden, eerie calm that didn't belong to a pup, his pupils dilated into a pair of solid, unreflective silver crescents, and he pulled the live electrical current straight into his own chest core just as the main axle of the carriage sheared in two, sending the entire transport bed plunging into the dark, whistling vortex below.

Carrying this weight all day plus the cannulas is something I do every day and I have gotten used to it, but it is still tedious not being able to move around as much as I would like. I toss and turn in bed looking for a comfortable position, when I finally find it I close my eyes and the last thought that crosses my mind before falling asleep is only one, and it is the one that has remained during all these years. I don't want to die, not yet. Please...

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

"You really need someone who'll tell you what living and being alive is." I shake my head. Someone huh? I don't need someone who'll make me introduce what living is. I can do that...on my own way.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.