My Time At Sandrock Fang Novels & Stories

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

“Creighton will never forgive me if he does anything to you while you’re trying to protect me.” “Don’t worry about your brother. I have a secret weapon I can use against him.” Sandra glanced to her watch and saw the soft green glow of the face as she checked the time. It was already one o’clock in the morning and she sighed. She wanted to sleep but she was afraid to, afraid of what she may miss or what she may learn, but she was fading quickly.

"Missed us?" I tried to get to my feet, but my movements were slow and unsteady. Sandro’s laughter echoed through the room, a sharp, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. “Wow, look at this place,” Sandro said, taking in my small, cluttered apartment. “I’ve seen better in a junkyard.”

She grabs my hands before I can pull away completely, and we stay there, tangled, slick with perspiration, our hearts still rattled. “How long?” she begs in a tone I’ve never heard her use. It’s quiet, sad but suspicious. “It’s a long story, Fallon.” “Then get on with it, Zayn.” * * * Four Years Ago, The Roguelands… The pack village of Clawmine rests in a hovel surrounded by thick, shadowed woods. It’s a normally sleepy place, closeted away in the dead center of the forest I’ve made my home. It’s 5:00 in the morning and sprinkling rain while I stoke the fire and pull the kettle off its hook, following a regimented morning routine like I do day in and day out.

A loud ferocious howl got closer and I knew it was just a matter of time, time I didn’t have, the Hunters must have still prowling the markets, I had twisted and turned around between the shops they must have been following and old scent, but once any on it then tracks on the trail I let they’d only be a few gallops till they meet me. My nails dig into the sand as I pulled myself higher up the hill. It reminded of the times of my young when I’d play in the mud with Jack, Lyxia and Deron. We’d play with sand and mud and it’d get under our nails so mother had to clean it out for us before we ate our dinner. Back then Lyxia wasn’t the devil of a beauty queen she was now and I wasn’t very shy of

He vented all his anger toward Frederick at these three. He then turned around, and walked out of the room. Rocky was waiting for him outside. He tossed Stanley a cigarette. "Bear, how long have you followed me?" Rocky asked after exhaling a mouthful of smoke. "Mr. Rocky, I've been following since I was expelled from middle school. It's been over twenty years." Stanley lit the cigarette, and replied, "We've been through a lot over the years. Have I ever left anyone behind? If I get food on my plate, so does everyone else."

"Sometimes the best nights are the ones that don't go according to plan." CHAPTER 2 Aurora POV "So what did my stupid brother do?" Noxon asked, passing me another glass of chocolate milkshake. Sandy's place was quite great. The place was quite a cozy diner with checkered floors, red vinyl booths, and a jukebox humming softly in the corner. It gave 90's vibe and somehow they serve the best milkshake and apple pie. I'm practically thinking of living here. I've had three glasses already, but somehow the sugar was helping. "Found him fucking Rebecca Stone." I stirred the whipped cream into the shake. "In Mr. Wilson's classroom."

“I’m half human. I’ve just always wanted to know more about my mother’s people.” “Oh. I didn’t realize,” Sandra said. “Well, I spent about six months with the gang. They were loud, violent, and unreasonable. But they were also loyal, brave, and capable of a surprising amount of compassion when it suited them.” “Huh. Why were you living with a bunch of human bikers?” I asked. “Oh, I’d worn out my welcome among several packs and the Rogues, well, they’re not very friendly to a lone she-wolf who won’t bow and whine for their attention. I thought I’d have a better chance among the humans.”

Shahar I drank from bottles, one after another. The liquor poured down my throat until I became drowsy and my head hit the table. Hours later, my eyes opened and I groaned. My neck hurt. My hand wiped the drool on my beard and mouth. The mattress sagged as I lay on it and my eyes closed as I hit the pillows. I woke up the next morning with one clear decision burning in my chest: to go find Crystal. The Wild Fangs Pack was about a four-hour journey by road from here. If I left before sunrise, I could make it there in time. I could’ve cut that time in half by air, but I hated flying.

“Why do you think that? Do you really see me as an idiot?” Sandy smiled coldly. “Heh. If you weren’t an idiot, you wouldn’t have stayed with Michael for three years or even gone to Mirvania with him to hunt for that Ganoderma nebula. “If you ask me, you shouldn’t even care so much about his nonsense!” This back-and-forth entanglement seemed endless. Ivanka understood Sandy’s good intentions all too well. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let this happen again. I got sidetracked by other stuff this time. It’ll probably take about ten days to two weeks to wrap it up.”