Novelas y relatos de Novel Living

Elena immediately understood. “From restart system…” Lucas smiled. “…to actual city.” Mira stared at him. “A home?” Noah grinned. “For people who want one.” Catherine whispered: “Without roles.” Elias added: “Without being stored for later use.” Adrian: “Without requiring anyone to merge.” Lily: “With memory.” Eva: “With doors.” The boy with no name looked toward the silver streets. “Can I live there?” Catherine turned. “You want to?”

“So we’re talking about crimes against humanity on an unimaginable scale.” “No crimes against the living. It wasn’t just humanity the Lich did this too. It was on a scale you have no modern day reference for. No one wanted it to happen. We believed they were all gone and couldn’t be created again. These weren’t a supernatural species. They were a supernatural creation, like a zombie or werewolf. They don’t breed, they are a creation. A… creature that lives outside of the natural order, whether it’s mundane or supernatural. It can’t procreate without magical rituals, must destroy one creature to make the new creature and may not live a decent existence or have a shortened lifespan.” “Wait, ar

I didn't want to have this conversation with them there. Neri lived in a modern-style luxurious apartment building designed in a similar way to the buildings seen in the Mundane Realm, where humans and shifters lived. Of course, we had magic, and some of it was enchanted. There was no need for a guard on the door, as only those allowed access could enter. The exception was royal family members and the royal guard. The enchantment couldn't stop us from entering the building.

"It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." The new year came three months after the zombie outbreak. The snow hadn't stopped over the past month, and the frostiness had slowed the rotting of the zombies' corpses. The zombies themselves had also slowed. We didn't have much food left but still decided to have a hearty meal on New Year's Eve. We made steak and fried chicken, even popping open our last bottle of wine to celebrate. "Happy New Year!" We wanted to celebrate the new year and the fact that we were still alive.

"So... you finally met your match." I smiled as another cousin greeted us as we entered the living room of a huge mansion that belonged to none other than Eros' grandfather. "Nice to see you too, Mason." Eros replied sarcastically as he shoved his cousin playfully. I felt Eros pull me closer to him. "Too close, Tanner." I whispered to him as I elbowed his side. "We have to make them believe, housemate." He replied and just softly kissed my temple and pulled me even closer to him.

I couldn't remember the last time I actually slept. My nights were full of insomnia and vivid dreams, and getting any rest seemed impossible. I leaned back in the recliner with my eyes closed, and before I knew it, I was back in that dark cellar. Those filthy, degrading insults flooded my ears. "Ms. Johnson? Ms. Johnson?" My eyes flew open, and there was Julian's face. He looked calm and collected, though there was a crease forming between his brows.

The walls are a dull, off-white color with peeling paint near the ceiling, and the single window overlooking the alley lets in more city noise than actual fresh air. It’s nothing fancy, hell, it barely qualifies as livable, but it’s home. Our shared bedroom is even smaller, just two beds crammed into opposite corners with a wobbly nightstand in between. My side is messy, clothes tossed over the bed, an old laptop sitting on top of a pile of books. Nova’s side is painfully neat, everything in perfect order, like she’s afraid of losing control of even the smallest detail. It’s not much. But it’s safe.

Because Martha and Lenny are alright, they were with Ava and Brett moving the prisoners out of the pit and to the underground cells. ***”Osiston, Nikolas, Gentry, Elena. Do any of you have any idea where all of these wolves are coming from? Some of them seem like they aren’t even alive. It’s like they are zombie puppets. At least this last group was. Does she have that kind power?”*** ***”I’ve only heard of reanimation a handful of times and they were all in the kinds of stories you tell little kids to make them behave themselves. But all stories have some root in the truth though. So it’s possible.”*** Gentry calls out and sounds out of breath.

My university had a whole floor dedicated to creatures like Craig and I. Maybe that should have been the first indicator when I got here. But then again whose first thought would be ‘oh yeah they have books on witches and werewolves so they must exist’. I had a steamy romance novel filled with unruly and graphic scenes but did it mean that I was living that life? No. And it wasn’t for lack of wanting, if I was being honest.

How did she know that? Sammy stops chewing the food in her mouth. She looks at me and gives me a sentence. "Yassi's instinct is quite good. But yeah, she's right, Joy. We can't be friends with them." Sammy glance at Nathalia's direction and back to me. "I mean everyone didn't dare to." "But why? Are they monster?" I ask, still confused. "You know, mean girls." They said in the chorus. I didn't reply. I thought this kind of scenarios is can be only seen in the school of Hogwarts or whatsoever universities in America. Little did I know, it also exists in here.