Outer Banks Wattpad Novels & Stories

That I have, instead, let myself get distracted, and let Anton and Jesse and everyone else bad-talk him. God, am I just the world’s worst fiancé? “Is this it?” I whisper, not seeing Blythe’s face anywhere. “Is this…the Doldrums?” Honestly, it looks precisely like the land surrounding the entrance to the Deadlands – just vague brown space under a beige sky. Dead and dull and empty. “Yeah,” Orion says, looking down at me and keeping his hand around mine, giving it a squeeze. “It’s not a large space but…we’ll have to go looking for him.”

Before packing up his life into the back of his truck—and after accepting the Council's offer—Dimitri did a quick search of Bull Creek on the Internet. A man named Hopkins had originally purchased the land and built a small railroad to move timber to his sawmill in Melbourne to the east. For about a decade, he heavily logged the area, mostly for the land's cypress. Today, Bull Creek makes up about 23,000 acres, having suffered from corrupt politicians until the Paranormal Council made them a deal they couldn't refuse. Mostly a sanctuary and agricultural area, the waters of the area feed the Saint Johns River. The environment was perfect for shifters and a little rugged for those without an e

Help that quickly came in the form of a white-haired Omega who quickly knelt and grabbed Jimmy, pivoting him towards Michael who was already kneeling down next to them while crooning. Noah helped maneuver Jimmy into Michael's arms as he crooned as loud as he could. Jimmy's hair was already soaked, sweat running down his face and neck as he cried and struggled to breathe. Being stripped of everything his father stripped him of, and made a rogue the way his father did, was dangerous. Thankfully he's Alpha blood. Someone with a weaker status, like an omega, has been known to lose their wolf. Michael grabbed Jimmy's head, turning it and pulling it against his chest as he crooned.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP Porter's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton scrambled to clean himself up, collecting a decent few articles of clothes and throwing them on as he attempted to put what occurred between himself and the brazen Alpha brute behind him. He could still smell the older werewolf's thick scent and feel his hot breath along his skin as the familiar haze of lust and need filled him in the wake of his memories of his time beneath Conway's powerful body and enduring his thrusts. He knew firsthand what Owen had endured now that he'd been back among them and it only served to make Porter feel all the worse for wanting nothin

And then you cross them, teeth bared, heart broken, ready to burn down the world just to get back what’s yours. By nightfall, we drove toward the edge of the city — where the factories rot in silence and the docks hum with secrets. Adrian’s hand rested on mine the whole time. Neither of us spoke. Micah’s dinosaur sat on the dashboard, a compass for a mother who’d already decided she’d kill if she had to. In the rearview, Zaya’s baby monitor flickered at Tara’s house. Safe. Hidden. Untouchable. But Micah wasn’t. Not yet.

Five years ago, Alpha Ethan rejected me for my curves and my pack ranking. I built a new life and a thriving business. Now, my brother is dying, and the only thing that can save him is a healer I can't afford. Ethan comes with a desperate deal: to carry his heir, and he pays for the cure. I signed the contract with just a deal in mind. To keep me safe during a brutal territory war, I’m hidden away at the Iron Vipers compound, under the personal protection of Jax Mercer. Jax is a half-breed outlaw president known to be brutal and uninterested. Now, as the stakes are raised I’m placed between two men who don’t take no for an answer.

There were offers for help from all over the globe and many refused to take no for an answer. Within hours of Samantha's disappearance, warriors and trackers showed up to assist us. I was most shocked when Elder Summers from the Council and his mate, Matilda appeared that very night, demanding to be briefed on everything that had happened. Matilda herself told me how she was Samantha's mentor and teacher. I could feel the waves of peace flowing off of the Omega but she still wasn't nearly as powerful as my little mate. She seemed to calm us, at least for a little while but after a day or two, her powers were no longer helping us.

The Ocracoke Inlet was a "System-Collapse" of white-capped waves and "Mechanical" screaming. The White Lotus wallowed in the trough of a ten-foot swell, its "Zero-Point" engines coughing "Data-Stains" of black smoke into the salt air. Thomas’s small "Independent" act of sabotage had created a "Logic-Gate" of opportunity, and Ethan Hawke was not a man to miss an opening in the "Common Ledger."

DEBBY’S POV __________________________________ Dark hum. Machines breathing. My heart a metronome. The world’s a black ocean, thick and endless, pressing down. I try to move, but the dark swallows my limbs, slow and heavy, like syrup. Somewhere far off, a voice cuts through. “Where’s the map?” Levin. Rough, desperate. Then another voice — clipped, official, too clean. A cop maybe. “You’ve been withholding evidence, Levin. The docks burned. People died. You think we’re just gonna let that slide?”

He delivered it like it was a Statement of fact and nothing else. I still haven't been able to believe it. After scouring the woods for a while, we found the trespass site near dawn. There were foreign scents beneath the trees — sharp, sour, feral in ways no pack blood ran. Rogues. Maybe worse. Dante crouched, fingers brushing the part of the earth their claws had dug into. His lips thinned. “Close. Days, not weeks. Watching.” Ulric growled low,his hackles rising. “Daring.”