Lost Among The Living Novels & Stories

They were all scared of him, of Grip, but their eagerness to leave the world of the living was greater than their fear. Dorothy and I were the only living in a pool of the dead. She was busy with her nails. Good for her since she couldn’t see them. She couldn’t see someone who was skinned. She couldn’t see someone with broken arm and leg. She couldn’t see someone bathed in blood. She couldn’t see someone with head twisted to the back. She couldn’t see someone with plucked eyes.

How can you go on living without your heart? I sat there, on my hands and knees, in front of Lucinda and Sullivan and Brinsle and Callie, with this inexplicable pain ripping through me. I understood why people take their lives when they lose their wolves. Why they’re driven to madness. Why they’re never quite the same again. This was too much. This was more than I could bear. Why live? Why live without my wolf? What was the point? What was I now? Who was I now?

Grandpa Holston asked anxiously as he sat near his bed, holding his hand, in an attempt to bring his soul back from wherever it wandered off to. Daniel turned his gaze to look at Grandpa Holston; he tried to steady his gaze on Grandpa Holston’s face, as though searching for recognition before muttering in a low, despondent voice “I lost…. I lost so miserably… I lost my wife and kids… I have nothing left!” “Not all is lost… not all…” Grandpa Holston choked as he patted Daniel’s hand affectionately “You are still breathing….and that’s all that matters. You have the rest of your life, live it well.”

This time he used the other name he knew who had a bad temper. “--lost.” He heard her speak and he didn’t hear any other sound after that. He went to the couch and looked at the door, waiting for them to come out. Inside the room, Kyla was sitting on the floor, she saw blood on her feet and it reminded her of awful things she had run away when they were little. “I’m lost.” she quietly said before she was pulled back to blackness.

He passed the rallying crowd with unworried ponder For the next soul Already lost in the after-life Cruel-gruesome shaped he often met With the most disastrous forms Post war scenes Though he didn’t mind them none Since he was in debt after all So on days of disaster when work overloaded Mr. Riversane often wondered how he came to be To see the unnatural mold of human nature For as soon as life bid them bye The dead often lost their past cry And soon they traveled the White light Rippling off to the veil-like hide

One, they both must be strong enough to survive in the wasteland and if that's the possibility than Amber needs to upgrade her shields because if they can make it up to here than anyone can. Two, they must be guided here by a lost soul. Amber shuddered at her thought. Growing up in this wasteland she had met more than one of them. It's funny how they are called lost but they show the path to people who are lost out there. In this wasteland there are a few creatures that help, these Lycans were lucky that a lost soul found them and it wasn't evil like the others. Lost souls are basically the people that were brutally killed but something from this world still keeps them bound to this world an

John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet. Her body gave up and she lied there while he assaulted her neck. She wasn’t moving at all. Fuck, what is this new tantrum. He looked at her face. She was crying. “Can you stop crying?” But she cried harder.

On the surface, Marshawn was covered in blood, and his eyes had vertical pupils! A voice belonging to Third Granny came from Marshawn's throat, "Old fool, Williams Village is doomed, and I've lost my physical body. This time, I've suffered a huge loss!" As the words fell, Marshawn's own voice emerged from his mouth. "Yes, it was a huge loss indeed. My family is dead, but the Exalted Immortal still lives. They can still possess others and be reborn—" Slash! Before Marshawn could finish, a blade pierced through his chest from behind.

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

They were spurned by everyone and ended up becoming homeless, rogue wolves. It was a bright, sunny afternoon when I vanished into the wind. The last of my worries disappeared as I watched Vivian drift off to sleep peacefully. The last of my spirit vanished from this world that I had once loved and hated.