October 11 Wasteland 3 Novels & Stories

“If we don’t find the canyon entrance before the sandstorm hits, the engines are going to seize. These trucks were built for the paved roads of the North, Elara, not the shifting sands of the Wasteland.” ​“They weren’t built for a Sovereign either,” I said, leaning my head against the vibrating glass of the window. “If the heat gets too high, I’ll drop the internal temperature myself. Just keep us moving toward Silas’s coordinates. We can't afford to stop.” ​In the back of the transport, Leo and Liam were huddled over a tablet, but they weren’t playing games or watching movies. They were studying the tectonic charts of the wasteland with a focus that was deeply unsettling for five-year-olds.

I nodded. She cocked her gun then walked past me. We all followed her and once we reached the crowded Gabriella raised her hand warning us to stop. She takes out three tear gas bombs and pulls all the pins off. Throwing the bombs to the crowd, we all put on our face masks. We all walk into the fog and start shooting. I have two guns so it's much faster to kill. People began to run, loud screams echoed in the parking lot. Loud gunshots, bodies everywhere as well with blood splattered on the walls and ground.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

Elara pov ​The Wastelands didn't kill me, but they stripped away everything that was left of Elara Vance. ​For the first three nights after the rejection, the bond-severance felt like a physical rot. I crawled through the mud of the neutral territories, a stretch of no-man’s-land between the Blackwood forest and the smog-choked human outskirts. My skin had turned a sickly, translucent gray, and my heart stuttered in a chest that felt hollowed out by a hot iron.

“It’s over, Victoria.” Victoria’s smile widened. “Oh, Liam. It’s never over.” She pressed a button. The ground beneath us shook. Somewhere above, metal groaned. Liam lunged, grabbing my arm, pulling me down just as the first explosion tore through the far end of the warehouse. Victoria’s laugh echoed through the smoke. “Welcome to Phase Three.” We hit the floor as debris rained around us. The laptops sparked and died. Alarms shrieked. Through the haze, I saw her silhouette slipping toward a side exit.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

"You fainted yesterday. You can't expect to be allowed so soon inside the battlefield. You need to be strong when fighting. How do you think we all would feel should something bad happen to you out there because you were too weak to fight?" Elion pouted because he was right. "But I just can't stay here and do nothing." "Says who?" Aaron said, smiling a bit. He brought out a map and sat next to her on the bed, placing the map between them. She had one look at it and saw that it was a map of the wasteland. She quickly looked up at him. "What is this?" she asked. "We are going to leave the Allikans with some gifts." He said, smiling mischievously. He pointed at some dots that had been earlier c

Whatever happened on Halloween, Kyle would be ready. Luna Paulina called, “hello, with whom am I speaking?” “You’ve called Kyle’s phone. Who is this?” Paulina sighed, “This is Paulina. I must have the wrong number.” “No Luna… Kyle is the name I use as a realtor. This is Gannon. I assume it was me you wanted?” He said in a hurry before she could hang up. “Yes Gannon. I spoke with Travis, and we both feel it would be wise to move everyone but our warriors out of here on October 30. The warriors will stay and fight, but if the offer still stands, we will move everyone to your property temporarily?”

With just one glance, she recognized the three beastmen. Everyone else also noticed them and showed signs of wariness. However, before the three could get close, the coffin suddenly erupted with a loud shout. "Help! Mother, save me quickly! I can't breathe!" Everyone fell silent for a moment, then began screaming in unison, "The corpse is moving!" Knowing the truth, Mother's face turned pale instantly. She lunged forward and threw open the coffin lid. Victoria, wearing funeral clothes and looking disheveled, crawled out in embarrassment.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t