Nerve Wreck Novels & Stories

You mean that’s not my uncle? No, yes . . . we mean . . . Trent begins to freak out: Do you want to do THAT to me? Have we said we wanted to do that? Bill lowers his hand. He’s trying to smile, but his lips writhe and jerk. A doctor might diagnose that as a nerve issue, which wouldn’t be too far off. The bit of us that stayed in Bill and took total control, maybe it’s still trying to figure out how to drive that lump of flesh. After just a few hours in Trent’s well-tuned body, we’d started to forget the A-1 horrorshow of Bill’s sagging muscles and deadened nerves, his tendons like overworked rubber bands and his brain channels clogged with chemicals.

I immediately felt my knees weaken and I sat down. That was absolutely nerve wrecking. Literally nerve wrecking.

Northern territory. The second involved nerve damage spreading through the spine. The third was younger. Twenty-three. Internal organ collapse after poison exposure. “You accepted this one?” Iris asked quietly. Oliver nodded. “I think I can stabilize the poison.” “And the others?” He leaned back slightly in his chair. The movement looked older lately. More thoughtful. Less childlike. “The nerve damage already spread too far,” he said softly. “I could probably stop it from getting worse for a little while, but not reverse it.”

My Nash was back. But the reunion was short-lived. "We have to move," Kai said, his voice weak but urgent. I looked up. Kai was swaying on his feet, pale as a sheet. "The hex is broken, yes. But the cost is high. Look at him." Nash was trying to stand, using the wall for support, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. The neural shock—the sheer overload of information forced into his brain in seconds—had fried his synapses. His eyes were rolling back in his head, unable to focus.

"Hmmm…?" Ned was sprawled over the table but smiled when he saw that. He really thought that it was over for him, as he had never expected Pax to have the guts to try and kill him. But even as regret clawed at him, his eyes lip up in delight when he saw that Frank was fine. "The nervebreaker didn't work…?!" Pax stumbled backward in fear—the nervebreaker was his trump card, one which he bought from the black market after spending copious amounts of money.