Looney Road Runner Novels & Stories

Kiera's POV "Mama, are we running from that scary man?" Eli's voice barely carried over the roar of the Harley's engine as we tore down the empty highway, but his words hit me like a physical blow. In the side mirror, I could see headlights in the distance, too far back to be certain, but close enough to make my wolf pace frantically beneath my skin. "Hold on tight, baby," I called back, twisting the throttle harder. The speedometer climbed past ninety, the white lines on the asphalt blurring into a continuous streak.

"Money's better anyway. No legs. Doesn't run off." My wolf groaned inside me. 'Rena, do you really not love Caesar anymore?' I hugged the bundles of cash to my chest. "His heart's been running after Celine for a long time. What good is something that's already gone?" "Still…" I stood slowly, hesitation creeping in. "Something tells me things are about to get bad. Celine didn't come here for nothing. My Luna position's in danger." My wolf tensed. 'What are you going to do?'

POV Willow After we got outside, I hid behind a tree and undressed. I shifted quickly and ran out. There were murmurs of surprise when the others saw me but Tracy and Zack just smiled at me and held out the kids toys. Nox and I smelled them deeply and after a moment, Nox had a vision.

And Sirens, who can sing with the power that Zoe wields, are unique. I look at Zoe’s slight form with concern. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her skin is pale, and there are shadows beneath her eyes. She looks fragile, and it angers me that she had to go through this. I turn on my floodlights to get a better look at the wet, darkened road. It had rained earlier in the day. The road is quiet and empty, giving out an ominous feel. I maneuver the Road Runner swiftly down the darkened road as I make my way home. Unfortunately, I’m so caught up on what to do about Zoe that I don’t see the dark figure standing in the middle of the road until it’s too late. Without a thought, I turn the wheel to

"All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the other side. Once there you will pull an envelope with a piece of paper that will have a picture of an item you must find in the sand trap. Then Run down the track and swim through the pool with your item. On the other end of the pool, you will find a hook with keys on it. You must find your key with

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

The outer edge shimmered with a protective boundary spell—strong enough to stop a charging Lycan, if needed. Jade stood in the prep tent, watching the matches begin. Lilly stood beside her, arms crossed. “They weren’t lying about the friendliness,” she said, nodding at the first two competitors. “There’s a healer stationed in every corner.” “They’re playing nice,” Jade said quietly, “so no one sees what’s actually going on.” Because behind the friendly rules, smiles, and judges with clipboards, eyes were scanning the arena for more than strength. They were watching for wolves whose wolves responded to each other. Whose touches lingered. Whose scent trails drifted closer.

We fly down the road, impatient to reach our destination of freedom. "I thought you were taking me to the West Side, girl," I reminded her. And then it happened in slow motion. A superfast Ferrari tries to cut us off at the pass. It suddenly passed us on the right and when it tried to merge in front of us again, the driver seemed to lose control of the car. Fiona tried to avoid a fatal collision by jerking the steering wheel, but the car before us turned on its axis a few times and slammed into the crash barrier, knocking us into the valley.

He yanked his leg away, got into the car, and shut the door. "Ginger, stop reading so many romance. I'm not the male lead, and I won't be moved by blind devotion." The car drove off. I lay on the lawn, writhing in pain. Before I passed out, I pulled out my phone, dialed 999, and opened a photo.