Quarterback Sneak Novels & Stories

The Ravens had gone still, completely still as if they couldn't believe the Foxes were here. “We have the Quarterback of the Foxes here tonight making his way to Kai Blackthorn.” Kai stood with his body tense, his gaze locked onto the figure approaching him and I followed his line of sight. The quarterback of the foxes, whose face I still couldn't make out from the distance, headed towards Kai in a slow, deliberate walk as if sizing his prey. He stepped forward slowly, confidently with hands in his pocket, like he belonged there and I felt it. The team behind him.

"Tommy, you need to slide over faster on the snap. Tommy Rodriguez, our linebacker and one of Wolfgang pack's most reliable warriors, nods immediately, addressing me with my title since there are no humans around. "Got it, Alpha. I'll adjust my timing." "What about the safety coverage?" asks Ryan Webb, our defensive end, leaning forward with his forearms on the table. "If they run play-action⁠—" "I'll read the quarterback's eyes," I interrupt, already visualizing the scene on the field. "Trust me to make the call at the line."

Jace whispered, stepping back up to the table, his own length hard again and glistening with her fluids. "And the quarterback always gets the final play.”

We led from the first possession. Jaxon was different today. Not different from the second half of game one. Different from every other version of him I had seen. Loose in a way that had nothing to do with relaxation and everything to do with the specific freedom of a player who was not performing for anyone in the stands today. His father was four hundred miles away. The marketing representative was four hundred miles away. The carefully arranged expression of pride was four hundred miles away. He was just a quarterback playing football. I caught three passes in the first quarter alone. Not because the defense was soft. Because he was finding me before the defense finished adjusting, before

"Dafuq!" I've never seen grown men so close to crying. "Is this a joke?" Was heard from more than one corner while on the screen, some asshole had made a loop of the NFL theme song and put it up on YouTube. "Did our wives do this?" Quinn asked, looking close to tears. "What infraction have we committed this time to warrant this?" "That's just pure evil." Devon looked like he was in shock. "They've been acting up a lot lately, you notice?"

“I'm not messing with you. I've no idea who you are.” “I'm Oliver Lance,” he said, as if his name was all the information she needed. Elsie shrugged. He blinked twice before adding, “I'm the starting quarterback for the San Francisco Bandits.” Elsie raised her eyebrows, initially wondering if he was pulling her strings. The Bandits were her nephews' favorite professional football team. She didn't actually know any of the players on the team, so she couldn't be sure he was telling the truth or just trying to impress her.

The mist parted for him, then swallowed the space he’d been. I edged closer to the field. The freshman quarter started. Remy took the snap. The mist rose. Not metaphor—actual fog lifting off the turf in the exact shape of a coyote pack, eight of them, running alongside the offensive line. Only I saw it. I think. I lifted the camera. Remy juked left, planted, threw a missile thirty yards. Touchdown. The coyote mist howled—silent to everyone else, loud as sirens in my skull.

She said, "Now that's more like it, Ryan. That -- right there -- is what you get when you're strip sacked." I had a powerful urge to cover my crotch with my hands, but I restrained myself. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how embarrassed I was feeling. I turned away from Hannah to look at Scott, and I found him not paying attention to me. His eyes were only on Hannah, silently watching her reaction. I said, "OK, let's play four downs so I can get dressed. Scott, you're quarterback next. I should really be on defense next, but you might rather not have me in your face right now."

It's time for me to put on my game face and focus. I make my way onto the field to present the play to the team. As soon as they hike the ball to me, I locate my target while standing in my pocket. With lightning speed, I release the ball. It hits my target perfectly, and off down the field, Speedy goes. He manages to make it to the one-yard line. "That's how you do it, boys!" We rush down to the one-yard line to get in position for a quarterback sneak. And yes, we successfully get it in... now it's up to the kicker to secure the extra point.

The quarterback tried a sneak up the middle. Bad move. I surged forward, wrapping him up and driving him backward. The crowd went insane as the ref signaled fourth down. I shoved off the quarterback and roared, fists clenched, adrenaline flooding me. Jackson was jumping up and down on the sideline, shouting my name. Coach was screaming, face red with excitement. “ONE MORE PLAY!” he bellowed. “FINISH IT!” We huddled quickly, breaths ragged, every single one of us laser-focused now.