Ranker Graveyard Shift Novels & Stories

It exhausted me to walk towards the hospital while suppressing my drowsiness. Drowsiness couldn’t win over me, especially when I switched to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the entrance of the ER; and the families crying and handling the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, have you shifted?" The guard at the table joked with me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it’s my first day on the night shift. Suddenly," I replied, then he checked my bag and signaled that it was okay.

" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me. A surge of fierce unwillingness rose in my chest. Dragging my nearly frozen body upright, I stood again. The axe was still at my side. I grabbed it and staggered back to where the pipeline had cracked earlier. The flames of revenge burned fiercely in my heart. 'Zachary… Luna… 'You two want to use my life in exchange for her permanent position, right? 'Then let me make sure that you get a permanent assignment… in hell!' Crash! Crash!

I grabbed the shovel that Toya was holding. “Don’t apologize.” Toya cut Rick a look. “Finding out you have a chance at getting your child back is monumentous.” Rick held up his hands. “It is.” He looked down at the grave. “I’m really not trying to ruin that for you. But we have one friend dead. More deaths are likely on the horizon, by the feeling in my chest. And I know I’ll have to leave my mate and kid here once again. And I’m pretty sure the shield is gone.”

There were now six teams, but mine had remained the highest ranked, the most elite, Great team. You’d think the top dogs should be called Leader, but not around here. In Pack, there was only one Leader, john . He was a good man and a great leader. He’d been disappointed with my initial decision, but the moment we both met the grumpy old gorilla shifter, alex Granger, we both knew I’d made the right decision.

He got the feel now that his pack wasn’t the only pack to have people disappearing. “Hal Kipling, Gamma from the Blue Springs Pack, Based out of Tennessee. Where are we?” This shifter was a Gamma, a warrior ranking. This was the rank where full-time enforcers sat within a pack. They were the pack’s guards, police, and soldiers. “Northern British Columbia, Canada. Lilac Grove, to be exact.” Rob could see this shifter was relieved to be among other shifters, even though he didn’t have a clue where Lilac Grove was in British Columbia.

“We’ll hold the line! Just get that Shard to the Vault!” ​As Aris triggered the "Severance-Pulse," the Dead-Zone let out a final, agonizing groan. The Shard turned a deep, steady lavender, its un-regulated energy finally finding a "Home" in the cradle. But the cost was immediate. The "Gravity-Well" of the East collapsed.

The journey to the Tundra Graves was a march into a world of white silence. As we pushed north, the vibrant life of the Silver Heart was replaced by a landscape so cold it felt brittle, as if the air itself might shatter if we spoke too loudly. The ground was no longer earth; it was a thousand feet of permafrost, housing the remains of every Alpha since the dawn of the Great Shift.

The weeks that followed our trip to the warehouse felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. We moved through our days with a purpose, but each step brought us closer to something we couldn’t fully prepare for. Langford’s network was expanding, pulling us deeper into a world that was still full of ghosts and enemies. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore—it was about taking back control of our lives.

"It’s time to show Peony what happens when the 'shadows' and the 'grit' finally stand together." The Titan roared to life, its massive engines echoing through the subterranean graveyard of Metro City. The harvest was entering its final, desperate phase, and the "losers" were finally bringing the fight to the enemy’s heart.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow