Novel Pennywise Novels & Stories

“The house is just filled with a bit of gloom. “I can tell with just a single glance. “There’s no need for random equipment unless someone’s compensating for their lack of skill.” “Oh? You can tell just by a glance? Penny showed a noncommittal look. “You didn’t even bring a compass or the Centennial Book! “And you’re telling me that you can tell the problem of the house?! “You must be just spouting nonsense so you’d get our attention! “I told you, Grandpa Eliel! We can never trust conmen like these!

Her head tilted, and her body stiffened. “What is it?” I asked. She went utterly still. “Something just crossed the wards.” I was up in an instant. We ran, side by side, to the edge of camp where the southern pines met the cursed stretch of forest. Warriors had already gathered, weapons drawn. And standing just beyond the edge of the boundary, where the air turned sick with rot— —was a single cursed wolf. Still. Watching. Its eyes were silver fire. It didn’t attack. It didn’t move.

But in her heart she admired that Ludwig didn’t come even once to disturb her. Penny was looking at the tip of the spear that she had created when suddenly the glass on her left shattered. She jerked her head up in surprise and her eyes became wide when she saw that almost one full panel was broken. She heard the clomping of horses and guards shouting. Wondering who that was, she removed her face shield and gloves and walked towards the broken glass. Suddenly she saw a familiar face staring at her from outside. And the next second the door chimed open and the woman walked in. Penny flinched as she looked at her with horror. Her nostrils were filled with coppery scent of… her sorcery, her mag

The waitress's face went pale in an instant. "Miss, I don't understand what you're talking about. There must be some misunderstanding." "There's no misunderstanding, Der Penner," I repeated in Virellian. It basically meant "pauper." "I didn't expect a server at a high-end restaurant to have such a nasty attitude. Is this how you treat your customers? Apologize right now, or this isn't over." It was the birthday of my boyfriend, Draco Leroyce, and I didn't want to make a scene. I would have let it go with a sincere apology, but I hadn't expected the waitress to be this shameless.

one of them spoke, wiping his mouth. “We are gonna die,” Penny shivered, picking up her phone, wanting to dial 911, but her phone was taken in a flash and smashed across the wet street. Loud music could be heard from my place of work, as it was just a stone’s throw from where we stood. And it appeared that we were the only ones on the street. “Leave me alone!” I heard Penny scream aloud as one of the werewolves, who seem to look like a rogue, gagged Penny by the neck, scrutinizing her whole body.

He was going to have to work a lot harder to get back in my good graces. Jade told me that she had taken my advice and had interviewed most of the newcomers yesterday, questioning them about special abilities. She made a list, and seeing how extensive it was, decided to catalog all of their abilities for future reference. One ability that stood out was a middle aged werecat named Penelope. “Penny” was capable of invisibility. Jade was smiling like a Cheshire Cat now, “And….” she paused for dramatic affect. “Penny can fly!”

Kilo walked beside us as we took a different path getting out of the hospital. Instead of keeping to the shadows, Penny skipped in the middle of the side streets the whole way to her safe house. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but when she opened the gate, I was shocked. It was a cute little, one bedroom bungalow. Vines covered the whole thing. If you didn’t see the light through the window, you might have thought it was just a hillside. “So, tell me. Who are you?” Penny rounded at me but this time, I watched her body change.

He’d been looking more troubled and worn out the past several weeks than ever before. The silence in the hotel room was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of papers as Penny fiddled with the surveillance equipment. Penny’s eyes bore into me, and after a moment’s hesitation, she spoke up. "If you don’t mind me asking, are you sure you don’t have a thing for him?” I scrunched up my nose. “I don’t even like breathing the same air as that guy. He can make all the smartphones he wants, but I would never-”

The rain turned the cracked asphalt into shallow lakes, each reflecting the skeletal remains of the port. Elara moved silently, every sense alert. She didn’t need the map—her instincts pulled her toward the trap. The warehouse loomed ahead, its corrugated metal walls streaked with rust. The wide doors were slightly ajar, a thin line of light spilling into the rain. She slipped inside. The space was vast, the air thick with the smell of oil and damp wood. Shadows danced on the walls as a single overhead bulb swayed gently. Penny sat in the middle of the room, still bound, her chest heaving. Relief flickered in her eyes when she saw Elara—but it was short-lived.

That phrase should come with a health warning, especially when you’ve had nothing to eat since morning. We were deep in the capital of the Crescent Moon Pack—the elite heart of Ares’ kingdom. Every store glimmered like it had been polished by baby angels, and every step we took was over marble that cost more than my entire college tuition. “Fine,” Penny said, turning to me with a dramatic sigh, like I was the one inconveniencing her. She reached out and handed me a small black box. I blinked, confused. “What’s inside?” She smirked like the devil’s own apprentice. “You’ll find out very soon. My little gift to help spice up your first night.”