Ron Got Splinched Novels & Stories

An hour more pasted and I shot up as if I were punched in the gut. “Fallon!” My voice carried through the woods and Orion was upon his feet running at a full sprint toward Fallon. “Blair, I felt it too. Are you alright?” “Pick me up. It’s time to go back.” Carden sat on the hammock for me to get on his back and I did. He jogged not wanting to cause to much more pain to me. Orion was throwing punches at Nate, “You are fucking stupid!” Carden let me off his back once my feet touched the ground it rumbled towards Nate like a large snake was underneath. Fallon spits out blood to the side. Adrian stood behind him with Noel in his grasp.

And he was no where better than Turner. I sucked in a breath as I put on my last gear. I had been equipped with knee pads, elbow pads, helmet and a couple of other safety wears. Not that it would be useful if I lose. The desperation, the fear, all of that was seeping in slowly as I feared up. My family; my mother, my godforsaken half brother, my best friend, all of them could never see me again. And they’ll go years wondering and worrying where the hell I went to and never came back from. My eyes fluttered close. I was scared and it was beginning to show from my trembling. The sound of the door unlocking made my eyes snap open. Osborne came in holding a bottle of vodka and a glass.

Jumping down the kitchen aisle, I put the tools I'd borrowed from the guard earlier and head out of the kitchen to go directly to his room, avoiding stepping on the glass pieces spread over the floor. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take the stairs and push the door open of his room, revealing the broken furniture and the dark-colored scheme of his room, which has me pull open the door by the doorknob all the way to step inside, and air knocks on my lung when my eyes find him sitting on the floor, pressing the barrel of his gun below his throat! "Oh, my god! Lincoln! No!" I shriek in horror. He looks startled at my scream, and his eyes snap at me; it scares me how dark and gloomy his eye

By the time the sun went down, we had the bones of a strategy that felt real enough to believe in. After the planning session ended and people started drifting to their rooms, I noticed Orion walking toward his cabin with his left arm held close to his body. He was favoring his right side, and his shoulder was sitting lower than it should have been. The explosion at the facility. Something had caught him during the collapse, and he hadn't said a word about it. I followed him. His door was open when I reached it. He was standing near the bed, trying to pull his shirt off with one arm, and the movement made him wince so badly that he stopped halfway and just stood there with the fabric bunched

The timestamp in the corner read 21:47. Jax didn’t flinch. Ronan didn’t either. “Care to explain?” Hargrove asked. His tone was flat, almost bored, but his eyes were sharp. Ronan spoke first. Calm. Controlled. Every word measured. “Jax presented unexpectedly during the third period of last night’s game. The aftershocks that followed were severe—borderline medical emergency. The suppressants administered at the clinic failed to stabilize him. I assisted with emergency relief. The bond formed as a natural and inevitable consequence. That’s the explanation.”

He had passed out and one talon had opened the artery in the side of his neck, blood jetting from the wound. Kill them all! One man had been struggling to exit the vehicle he was half trapped in until Horann had twisted his head round to face the opposite direction, the vertebrae in his neck squeaking as they ground against each other. The final man had been trying in vain to hold his guts in as they slowly dribbled out through a hole in his belly. His hands had been covered in blood, making everything more slippery and difficult. Horann had watched him struggle, her head tilted like a dog who is listening to its owner.

the second man says and I sense my bonds closing in behind me. “Sure, let's go have some fun,” I smile, “You don't mind if I bring my bonds along do you?” I raise a brow at them. Their faces drop but before they can react further their fingers that grip Coner snap back at a sickening angle. They both cry out in pain, nursing their mangled hands. Coner rushes to my side. “Sorry I forgot to mention that one is a little bit of a psycho, I hope that's not an issue,” I shrug.

My fingers closed tightly around a heavy, jagged shard of shattered metal, torn from the ambulance frame during the initial crash. Garrett squeezed harder. Bones in my neck creaked. "Goodnight, little wolf." Lungs burning, my vision fading to a narrow, dark tunnel, I tightened my grip on the bloody metal spike. With a final, screaming surge of adrenaline, I drove my arm directly upward. The jagged metal tore straight through the soft tissue beneath Garrett's jaw, sinking deep into his neck. His eyes widened in absolute shock. The crushing pressure on my throat vanished instantly. Garrett staggered back, clutching the bloody spike protruding from his throat. He tried to speak. A wet, gargling

It was only Orion who remained still, tears tracking down his face as he realized what I was about to do. Just as I reached Solana, she released Lina from her hold. My sister stumbled, a sob coasting past her lips. She moved to embrace me, but I stepped to the side at the last second. With her back to me, I shoved her in the direction of my mates, using every ounce of strength I possessed in my body. In that same moment, Solana sank her metal talons into my arm. I slammed into Solana, who remained rooted in place. She spun me around in time for me to witness Draco yanking Lina into his arms, past the shield of magic Orion had erected.

“No one blames you for that. You were a victim in all this. Now, we get to make sure no one else ends up like you.” Orion remains silent, his eyes distant. I can see him replaying every memory he has of Zane, every moment he thought he knew the man who was supposed to be his mate. “I’m calling Arkyn and Creed,” Nero says, pulling out his phone. “This just went from a problem to a fucking nightmare.” I nod, but my focus is on Orion. His hands are still clenched into fists, and there’s a tension in his body that I’ve never seen before. Zane’s rejection tore him apart back then, but this? This could destroy him.