Outer Banks Wattpad Novels & Stories

--- #### Footprints in Untouched Snow Hours later—Charter sealed in a watertight tube—procession started down the mountain. Ophelia lingered on the ridge lip, scanning east where the Wild Expanse began: endless white broken by jagged peaks. Somewhere out there, Hawthorne survived—perhaps—but his shadow felt smaller now. Dylan approached, slipping a fur cloak over her shoulders. “Trembling?” “Cold.” She smiled faintly. “And relief.” She produced the last intact ink vial. “Spare ammunition.”

Callum looked up. “I’ve been here the whole time.” Jax leaned back in his chair. “Physically? Absolutely.” Even Marcus smiled. Callum shook his head with a faint smile before sitting forward. “Let’s move on.” The room settled immediately. He picked up the remote and the screen changed to a rendering of a sprawling waterfront district. Old brick warehouses. Vacant office buildings. Shuttered cafés. An entire neighborhood that had once been the commercial heartbeat of the city. “The Hawthorne District.”

Ava - Five Years Ago I’m driving back through the forest to the Silver Stream Village. Until I decided to live in College Dorms, it was the only home I had ever known. Daddy, Alpha Pete has always kept a tight grip on his Pack. Even after our Mom died, there has been no stopping him or slowing him down. He’s built Silver Stream up from a small collection of Wolves, to a powerful territory.

“We can’t turn back now.” Ethan nodded, the barest hint of a smile ghosting across his lips. “Good. Because once we’re in, there’s no turning back.” The car slowed as they approached the docks, the crumbling warehouses lining the waterfront like relics of a forgotten era. Oliver’s car pulled to a stop near one of the larger buildings, its windows dark and foreboding. Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched, even as they exited the car and followed Oliver toward the entrance.

Mama Mariah sat hunched over her reading desk, her eyes dim but alive, tracing the words as if they carried breath. Little Dawn and Mama Wrenlow sat across her, listening. Mama Wrenlow's lips moved softly, reading aloud to the silence: "And among the howling packs and chained hearts of segregated omegas, there rose one who feared none - the Omega of the Frosted Wind." She paused, her fingers trembling slightly before turning the brittle page.

I pray that Poppy and Maddox can make it out in time. “You think I’m lying–” “I know you’re lying about the heirloom,” I cut in, baring my teeth at him. “What I don’t know is why. But that doesn’t matter now,” I snap, just as we turn a corner and the air is ripped from my lungs. Droves of boats hug the shore–blackened and funneling mist…ether…something unholy and entirely wrong. “No,” Antony whispers, backing up a step. I grab his arm and pull him out onto what's left of the terrace that overlooks what was once a sweeping, golden beach and crystal clear water beyond.

Nix said to the baby once the portal closed. The Ocean God: He hadn’t been on land since the time he had to search for his mate, only to find her dead body holding their little princess Oceanna. Now he has been on the surface more then once, in order to find the book that would save his daughter. He will not let her die, he promised his mate that he would love and protect her, and he would not break that promise. He swam towards the mediterranean sea, he had been searching several different places in hopes of finding the book he needed. Everywhere he searched had come up with nothing; where he was going now had to be the place where the book is buried.

With every rumble of thunder across the gloaming sky, there was a returned quaking of her body, in harmony with the climate and fear of the unknown. Last month she was free and happy with her beloved mate. Today she is a prisoner to one of the fearsome packs in the Western Pacific region. Something she just found out yesterday after being dragged embarrassingly out of her small cottage in the woods. Her name was Samantha Austin. A lowly Omega who was recently banished from her pack after being accused of killing her mate. On the verge of uncertainty and confusion, and not knowing what else to do to save herself from the feral creatures out there__rogues, wolf hunters, and Vampires, she had k

We have landed. “Nice Job Andrew on getting us here!” I tell him as I pat him on his shoulder. “Anything for you, Jessblue,” he tells me, giving me a wink and a smile. Andrew lets me know that we have docked where the coordinates that Cristina told us to land. Now we have to hike it from here to a place called the library. Once we arrive at the next area, we can enter the world that LB created for us, Bampires. Andrew opens the doors of the spaceship. I tell everyone to stay put until I go and check out the area to make sure it’s safe and clear for us to depart the ship. I get up from my seat and begin to walk towards the front of the vessel.