Novel Line Novels & Stories

This one was silvery, almost iridescent in color, apart from the droplets of blood swirling like beads along its surface. I tried not to gag as I drank it down. The second potion tasted not of blood, but of dirt and starch. It was just as vile, but this one would prevent us from losing access to our magic. “That is a special kind of hell. Who decided ley line travel was a good idea?” Nova groaned, rubbing at her temples.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

Three times. Then I opened my notebook. Added a new line.Kael — what is he hiding about the past?**What does it have to do with me?** I slept with the knife under my pillow. And dreamed of fire.

He'd also gotten me a position at one of his branch offices in a completely different city. I created new social media accounts and changed my number. One day, Eric asked me when I found out that Dean was into wild parties.

Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed. It was a photo of two hands tightly holding each other, and I recognized Zach's hand immediately. His left hand, where a ring should have been, was now marked only by a faint line. The caption read: "No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

She rises, unsteady, the hem of her shirt falling mid-thigh. Jaxon I lean back in my chair, swirling the last of my drink. “Well, sweetheart… if you’re gonna throw a grenade, might as well pull the pin.”

“I don’t want to do this, please don’t make me.” The fear in my voice is palpable. The tension in the room can be cut with a knife. Beads of sweat run down the side of my face and down my neck. I move to wipe it off and then remember the all too familiar liquid that coats my hand like a second skin. Blood. Looking up into the night sky, the stars seem to twinkle, unaware of the turmoil I face. Suddenly a wave of bitterness washes over me. Why do I always have to play the fool? With an angry grunt I swing the knife down. Red explodes into the night. Dangerous and beautiful, my new favorite color.

“You won’t threaten her. You won’t threaten us. There are lines even you can’t cross.” “Lines?” The voice hissed, amused. “Lines are illusions, Adrian. You’ve learned that the hard way. And yet, here you are… still believing you can control the narrative. You’re mistaken. I’ve been patient. I’ve been watching. And patience… is running thin.”

Ilana ditched the rental car she'd booked last night under an alias a few blocks away from Josephine's location. She used her burner phone to call a tow service, providing them with the car's license number and model, ensuring it would be removed from the scene. The fewer signs of her presence, the better - she aimed to leave nothing but a ghostly whisper of her existence behind. She felt as if she'd already walked hundreds of miles by the time she spotted the building. Its sleek grey walls rose up like a fortress, devoid of windows and backdoors, presenting a seemingly impenetrable barrier.

As I struggled against the suffocating force, I felt it—the same surge of power awakening within me. "I’m not just a child. I’m the light that will shatter your darkness, the hope that will end your reign of fear. And I won’t stand alone." I shouted suddenly, and the air around me began to shimmer, the ground glowing with a soft, golden light. Writer's POV Selena felt like she was no longer in control of her own body. She lifted her hands, palms directed at Lord Nireus, and the ground beneath them started to shake. Tendrils of light emerged from the earth, weaving through the battlefield, wrapping around, trees, and even the air itself.