Meridian Novels & Stories

Mitch snaps at Donny and Brie who step back, taking a deep breath Mitch continues, "Look son, I'm sorry if I offended you, I wasn't laughing because your family couldn't get out" "so why were you laughing?" I quickly ask before Acre loses it, "Well, they have worked so hard making sure nobody can get in or out but they have forgotten the mountain path behind the lake, Shannon can tell you, there's a secret path through there," We whip our heads around to Shannon, "There is?" both me and Acre say at the same time, "Yeah, it's how we got in when we attacked, it's not spoken about, so everyone forgets about it, so it becomes a secret, then a myth until people forget about it and then when somet

It was a happy day for the Santos family since they were moving into a new house in a small town called Santa Monica. Amelia their daughter who was deaf was signing to her mom how excited she was to see her new room, while their son Andres was quiet, he was sad about their move since he had to leave his friends behind. They reached their new house Mr. Santos turned his car engine off and went down from his car and gave his wife the keys to their new house and asked her if she could open their house.

We got two steps from the seats and she gripped my wrist, really hard. *Ohh, ohh shit! The pup is coming, I smell it,* Huck said, jumping up and down. “That’s not pee, I swear,” Missy said, shaking her leg and making a face. I noticed her black pants were all wet and she drew a hard breath. Of all the times!! It has to be now! Katrina and Kendra appeared next to her, as she moaned in pain. “I can teleport you both to the med building,” Kendra said.

My mind roves back in time to being in that terrible fortress with all of those ghostly, unmoving people in their gray cloaks. “Not gray.” I shift from foot to foot. “I apologize.” “The official colors of Meridem are yellow and crimson,” she offers. I suck my teeth and sigh. “Butter yellow, and a softer red is fine.” She nods and begins to turn out of the room, but stops, her hand resting on the gilded doorknob. “Ma’am?” “Yes?” “If you’d like… if it’s appropriate…” “Yes?” I press. Little lines of unease crease between her brows.

Jackson- Jackson had been hit. She chanted in her head, it replayed over and over. The image of him struggling with Andrew, that was the last thing she remembered before the world fell into a threatening silence. Her eyes slowly opened to a blinding glow of light. She shut them back because they hurt. Maria tried again and opened her eyes slowly this time. It took a while to overpower the headache and realize that she was in a hospital, and next to her was Jackson, fast asleep with half his body on the bed and the lower half on the chair that was next to the bed.

There are three other clans in Carpathia, and all of them have more than a dozen families, each larger than mine. There aren’t many other mystics in the black mountains by ratio, it’s more vamps than anything. There’s only one were wolf pack in our region, which Roman avoids at all costs on top of the three mage covens. There are scattered other sorts of unassociated mystics, but all of them both accept and adhere to my law as King. That’s just on the Vamp side. On the human side of things, I own a few corporations and pay off local government to make us more or less boss of them too. One major city lies about three hours out from my place. I have to do a lot of business there, but only stay

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

Magnus The room was prepared meticulously. In the center, a large pentagon was drawn on the floor with white chalk and intricate symbols etched at each point. Five black candles stood at the vertices, their flames flickering eerily. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense, a mix of sage and rosemary that filled the room with a heady, calming aroma. Meredith stood at the center of the pentagon, her presence commanding and serene. She wore a long, dark cloak; the hood pulled back to reveal her sharp, focused eyes. She gave me another nod, her eyes conveying both reassurance and urgency. We had no time to waste.

"At some point you have to walk in yourself." "I know that." "Do you?" "I said I know, Norman." Elijah found something important to attend to at the far end of the stable. Leaving us alone. Norman looked at me for a moment longer. Then he flipped to the distribution page. "Meridian or Calloway?" "Meridian," I said. "Better terms, northeast network, and longer commitment. Exactly what we need." He looked up. "That's what Patrice said." "Patrice is right."

But what, I didn't know. I took Miranda's hand in mine and she offered me a comforting squeeze. Ace stood not too far away but he gave her the space she needed at the moment. Placing her free hand at the small of my back, Miranda whispered sullenly, "I am so sorry," before ushering me into the center of the circle they had created. And that was when I saw what had happened, what had required our urgency. There, crumpled on the ground with tears streaking down her pale cheeks was Odette. On her lap lay the head of my—no, our dog.