Never Walk Alone Novels & Stories

Away from the pack that had feared me since birth. We walked in silence through the olive groves, the night air cool against my skin. My mind was still reeling from everything I'd seen, everything my mother had told me. Be careful of those you think mean well for you. What did that mean? Who was she warning me about? And more importantly: Don't walk alone. Fight for what matters. Addison. I needed to get back to her. I needed to tell her the truth, all of it. I needed to fight for us the way my mother had fought for me.

I don’t want to show it, so I draw in air slowly and force a smile for them. “You can, but I advise against walking without company. We don’t live alone; we have servants and others who roam the castle. You could easily be caught by one of them, and then we’d have trouble afterward.” She gestures with her hand, as if it doesn’t matter much. “I understand. Don’t walk alone, or they might kill me.” I smile awkwardly—everything here wants to kill me or suck my blood. “It’s for your own good.” “How long does it take to reach adulthood?” I ask, because the sooner I know, the sooner I can leave.

“I need space. Real space. Not just in the corner of the same room.” He frowned, his protective instincts clearly warring with my request. “You shouldn’t go out alone. Not after today. Not in an unfamiliar city.” “I will be perfectly fine,” I said, moving toward my suitcase, which had been brought up by the bellhop. “I just need to walk. To think without someone watching me.” “I don’t like this,” he said, his voice a low rumble of displeasure.

she utters as though she has been reading my mind the whole time. I shake my head. “No, you really don't have to stress yourself. I'm okay with going alone.” She disagrees instantly. “I didn't say it was stress to me, so why call it that? If anything, you're hurting my feelings by insisting on going alone.” “No, I—” Mary cuts me off, “A mother should never walk into a clinic alone,” she says softly. “If the father can't be there, someone who loves you should.” Those words stay with me for a while. I'm not sure when or why but I find myself in her bosom, crying my heart out.

I did not even have to make a move; she sent her werewolves to bring me to a chasm in the valley. She showed up with no pretense, her eyes brimming with spite. "You've got some gall, Fiona," she sneered. I met her gaze, ice in my veins, as my brows drew together. "Aren't you aware? The whole North is abuzz, whispering about the Alpha King's sidekick, the cripple marked by a random werewolf." Sierra circled me, her words hissing like a serpent's. "Had I been in your shoes, I'd have buried myself in a snowdrift by now. Why linger and be a blight, inviting shame? Right?"

Fortunately, there are light poles by the side of the road so I can somehow see the path that I am going. I have walked for quite a few distance when a car slowly approached and stop just beside me. Stunned, my eyes automatically landed on it. It gave me a small fright. I was not paying attention to my surrounding so it was too late for me to notice their presence, so I was a bit shocked. "Child, why are you walking alone? Where are you going? Come, we will take you there; it is dangerous to walk by the roadside especially for a young lass like you. You might have an accident here; allow us, these bags of bones to send you home."

It gіvеѕ Nеоn роwеr оvеr girls whо соuld do ѕо muсh bеttеr for themselves; аnd it dеѕtrоуѕ fаmіlіеѕ across thе wоrld. I keep walking. It’s ѕtаrtіng tо gеt lаtе. I’vе gоt оnе mоrе ѕtrір оf сlubѕ tо сhесk fоr Nеоn аnd her еntоurаgе. Shе always trаvеlѕ wіth at lеаѕt one of hеr ѕесurіtу detail, and ѕоmеtіmеѕ еvеn оnе оf hеr gіrlѕ.

"Well do it again." "We are going. We are adults. We have to learn to navigate the world and see things at some point, why not start now? You heard Mira, we will be super cautious. We promise. We'll talk constantly. You can call or text us anytime, but we are adults and we are going. It's not questionable. We just wanted to tell you guys up front before we went anywhere so you would not worry." The parents exchange looks now, and I reach over Ore to clasp Chey's hand in support. "I wish I could go..." Ore whines. My heart sinks a little, feeling guilty. Ore feels like a brother to me, and a bit like my own child at times. I love him.

Alone. A witch.