No Man's Land Novels & Stories

I interrupted, pointing my gun at his forehead ready to shoot. “What I care about is taking down anyone who gets in my way.” Suddenly, Leo's men emerged from the shadows, guns blazing. My men returned fire, and the warehouse erupted into chaos. I dove behind a crate, bullets whizzing past my head. "Take cover!" I yelled to my men. Leo's voice rang out above the gunfire. “You'll never take me alive, Alexander!” I peered around the crate, my gun locked on Leo. "We'll see about that," I growled, squeezing the trigger.

A long red carpet stretched down the aisle, flanked by rows of elegantly dressed guests. As I held my father's arm and slowly walked down the aisle to Luke, the guests' whispers drifted to my ears. "Ms. Forrest sure moved on fast. She forgot her ex just like that." "Luke Larson is one lucky bastard. He scored big with this one." "I heard Jim Charleston has been deployed to a war zone. There's no telling if he's even still alive." The last line caught my attention. However, I forced myself not to think about where he might be right now, whether he had arrived at the frontlines, or if he was still breathing.

My wolf and I love that we can run for three hours and just barely make a dent in the full border of Dark Moon’s territory. Dinner is in full swing when we finally get back. One of the things we haven’t been able to get away from is our communal dinner. We have set up a large patio area with several fire pits, two massive grills, and seating for forty. We all still get together every night, even those who don’t live in the building. Most of us live in the apartments on the Southern border of the pack, close to the area called ‘No Man’s Land.’ No one has explained the reason it has that name or what happened to make it unable to grow anything. Maybe that is one of those pack history thin

I heard the bass in this man’s voice, but he was looking so unkept; at the same time, his eyes were bloodshot red. Five other men strolled out of the bushes where they were hiding and had us surrounded. To be honest, it felt scary at first, but deep down, I wanted to know why they were living in this part of the forest and which pack they belonged to. “We’re hunting and not trespassing. Hunting is legal, and we all know the rules that bind us together.” “Rules don’t apply in no man’s land. Don’t you read?” he growled, stretching forth his hands with his imminent claws.

I slow the golf cart. “Outside our territory is neutral land. We call it no man's land. Rogues pass through sometimes, but as long as they don't cross into Blackwood territory or cause trouble, we leave them alone.” “And what's beyond that?” “Eventually, you start getting into territory between us, Silvercrest, and Blazing Moon.” Nova immediately laughs. “Blazing Moon?” “What?” “They're crazy.” “They're not crazy.” “They don't use electricity.” “That's a lifestyle choice.”

‎ ‎The Neutral Territory. ‎No pack claimed this land. It was a no-man's-land—a buffer zone of ancient, gnarled wilderness that separated the civilized packs from the chaos of the Rogue lands. It was a place where laws didn't exist, where cell service died, and where monsters were said to roam freely. ‎ ‎The car dipped into a pothole, jarring my spine. ‎