Pulp Novels & Stories

So I tell him about how im confused and about Lukes eyes watching me and how it seemed as though Luke was sniffing me from across the room until eventually, I finish with "see I must be going crazy there's no way he could smell me from across a room, right pops?" Pops is quiet then he looks me dead in the eyes and says "well princess, some people can if they weren't completely human, " I scoff "what? Ok pops maybe you're the one going crazy " "Beth" pop says seriously "there are some things you don't know, þhat you were never told", Frowning I say "like what?" "Well werewolves exist and if im honest this Luke boy sounds like he could be a wolf", "Haha Haha haha haha pops you are so funny" I

“Please don’t hate my papa, okay?He is a good person and do you promise to take care of him?” “We will take care of him together okay?Now you shouldn’t say anything anymore and let them treat you okay?” “I love you unique eyes and tell Papa I love him too” Liam said again and he coughed, sending a few droplets of blood on Aurora's clothes. “You should be treating him, why are you all standing?” She snapped, the pain that this seven year old boy was in was too hard even for her to bear. “I am in a lot of pain and my head hurts a lot”

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim

"That moron, I was not planning to call an ambulance to save my life. I just wanted to apologize to them for having to raise someone like me. Yet that's a relief in itself. What they don't know won't hurt them." After she said all that her eyelids started to feel heavier. She had already lost so much blood given how deep the wound was. Some parts of her body began to numb. Her lips already turned pale as a sheet. The torrential rain is not helping either, she’s cold out and wounded. Ava draw a deep breath before wrapping her hands around the kn*fe’s handle. Now she was inhaling and exhaling frantically as she eyed the kn*fe thinking of ways to gently pull it out.

He lunged, not at the creature, but at the wall beside it—at the very center of the symbols he had drawn hours ago. ​He slashed his hand through the air, dragging his fingers through the center of the charcoal fractal. He didn't know what he was doing, but he poured every ounce of his fear and his need for truth into the gesture. ​The wall exploded. ​Not with fire, but with information. A torrent of violet light burst forth, striking the creature directly in its chest. The entity shrieked—a sound like metal grinding against metal—and began to destabilize. The illusion of the kindly old man shattered, revealing a swarm of obsidian spheres that scattered and dissolved into smoke.

A hand from one of the rogues that had been marching with us shoots into the air, Jimmy smiles and says "yes, good man, what is it?" "Err well err what if the rogues don't want to be part of either pack, can we just leave?" The rogue had growing confidence as Jimmy motioned him forward where he stepped in front of the gallows, Jimmy looked at him, "So you want to just leave?" "Yes, yes sir" "Oh well" Jimmy then pulled out a gun, the rogue's eyes momentarily went wide as Jimmy fired the gun aiming for his forehead, as the bullet hit him he sank into a heap, everyone was silent then Jimmy spoke