Outer Banks Wattpad Novels & Stories

Dolly and her best friend Chesa go on a trip to visit the enchanted river, unaware of the strange happenings in the community living close to it. What will happen if their quest for paradise leads to desperate attempts to survive? and will they ever return home from the nightmare? Black River– Apocalypse Uprising will be centered on a new region and new characters. Can you guess where it will be? It will lead to the conclusion of this book. Can you guess how its finale will end and what the second book of the series will look like?

I want to thank everyone who has read my story. It means the world to me, for you follow along with me to the end. If you think this story is ending, I’m here to say that it isn’t. Throughout the book, I have put in the author’s notes that the second companion book in this series is already out, which is “My Mate Outside Sun Moon Pack”. It is also finished and has been marked complete. The second book focuses on Theo, Wyatt’s cousin and the Dean of a university, and Tyler.

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

While I'm lying in bed with my mate, whom I tried to reject numerous times over the years; when I am still of the age where I do not consider what is right and wrong. “Oh! How are you now that you've awoken? Did you experience any pain or discomfort in your body? Just tell me, and we'll see what we can do." He looks panicked, the most dangerous leader in the north was omega in actuality, and now he can't compose himself in front of me because he's so concerned about his jerk-fated mate. "I'm good, you don't need to be bothered; I believe you need more rest right now." "Your face is exhausted," I replied casually.

I rushed to it and staring at it, it was a picture of me printed and beneath it read; “Runaway hybrid omega. She has run from Alpha Alexander Ferrari of the Tidal lake pack. Whatever pack she is found in shall be in trouble so if you have her, turn her in now.” My heart skipped a beat seeing this.

She turned back to River. “You're early,” River muttered. River scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I came home to the crazy farm. Mom is already drunk and passed out in her chair. You're talking about how Dallas can't save the ranch. There is a mini River here? Who is he?” Willow asked in shock and pointed at Lyle. “My son Lyle,” I answered. “Lyle, this is your aunt Willow,” I said slowly. Willow stared at me, dumbfounded.

Police lights strobed small and insistent at the marina, a string of ants around a spill of sugar. Nick thought about the dream again—the black jet, the faces he loved going under—and tasted pennies. He forced breath in and out, in and out, like counting burns in a set. His phone buzzed yet again. He didn’t look. He couldn’t. Rachel did. “It’s Frank,” she said. “He says he’s got… books.” She made a face. “And holy water.” “Fantastic,” Nick said, dry enough to crack. “Maybe we can baptise the fucking ocean.”

“The swarm’s offline globally. No signals pinging. Alexei’s dream dead.” I stared at my hands still trembling. “Then why doesn’t it feel over?” “Because it’s not,” Rocco muttered. “Not until we’re clear of this hellhole.” We docked at a hidden mangrove inlet, Eze’s men melting into the shadows with silent nods. A battered Land Rover waited, keys in the ignition. Katarina drove hard, fast through rutted tracks toward a safehouse on the outskirts of Port Harcourt. The city’s lights smeared past: oil flares burning eternal, streets alive with night markets and shadows.

He was torn even then, a Beta caught in the middle of his sister and his Alpha pack. Don't worry, Micah," Ash said, walking towards me. "We're just being nice. Right, little Omega?" He took the book from me and flipped through its pages with a bored expression. "History of the Silverfang Pack. How exciting. Don't you have something better to study. you know, how to be a good Omega? Maybe some recipe book on cooking?" My breath was stuck in my throat. "Give it back, Ash.". He pretended to think about it, then shrugged, and with a careless flick of the wrist, knocked the book into a standing puddle of water from a dripping pipe. It splatted down with a pitiful sound. The pages instantly starte

I made sure of it. Steam hissed from the showers. Laughter echoed. Dominance flared and receded in pulses as Alphas jostled for space and status. I didn’t join them. I reached into my bag, fingers brushing the injector case hidden beneath spare tape and wraps. Not yet. Not unless— “Hey.” The voice was friendly. Too easy. I looked up to find a dark-haired Alpha leaning against the lockers, eyes bright with interest rather than hostility. Jayden Bartels.