Runaways Hits Novels & Stories

“You’re too late. She’s ours.” “No!” I lunged, but he yanked her back, pressing a blade to her throat. The world froze. Her eyes locked on mine. Pain. Fear. And something that shattered me. Regret. Her lips formed a single word. “Run.” My chest cracked open. My grip faltered. “No,” I whispered. “Not without you.” But her gaze burned into me, desperate, pleading. Run. The leader laughed, dragging her into the shadows. I roared, breaking through the raiders in a frenzy, but the storm swallowed them, leaving only emptiness.

Every step was measured, and my nerves were on edge. Just as we reached the passage, I heard footsteps behind us. Panic surged through me as I realized he was coming. Without thinking, I nudged James toward the passage and whispered, “Run!” He darted out, small legs moving fast as he bolted toward the trees. I was right behind him, my breath coming in gasps as we plunged into the forest. “Emma! Don’t make this difficult. You can’t run from me.” Evan shouted while following me.

Eris reminded me. Running is part of my endurance training, but in our pack, we don't usually run to escape from a fight. We face our enemies head-on, but at this moment, how can I even do that? If Eris and I do just that, I don't know if we would be in a more difficult situation than we already are. "We're almost about to catch you, hottie. Are you ready for us?" I heard them say it again, making me run faster.

he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once." Damon nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of the same anticipation that coursed through Zach. "The rumors, Alpha? The one of the runaway?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Zach grinned, a flash of teeth in the semi-darkness of his study. "Oh, she'll be there, Damon. I feel it in my bones. My little runaway will finally be mine." He stood, his gaze piercing and dark.

They all sensed Harrison's presence in a second. Before the leader of the gang left, he connected the rod against Lyra's head with a sickening thud. Lyra's eyes bulged out as it hit her at a very sensitive area. Her vision blurs and searing pains radiate from her skull. She crumbled to the ground. Without thinking, her hand went to her head, trying to ease the pain.

" They sat in the tree, watching as the once human form beings mutated into wolves. It was those who had devoured the three angels, that had turned into beasts. They cocked their heads up to the sky, facing the big, bright full moon,howling in unison. It was a pack of twelve in total. Connor and the rest of the angels were outnumbered. They all knew it." The dust had now settled, and all that was left were human bodies sprawled all over the ground. We descended , looking around, searching for survivors. In the distance I heard a soft heart beat, it was fading but I could feel it. I flew through the forest, dodging luscious green trees, searching. It was as if it was calling out to me. The ot

“We need to go. Now.” She nodded, wiping her tears, trying to steady herself. “Can you run?” I asked. “I’ll try.” "That’s good. We need to go right now," I said, grabbing her hand. We ran. The hallway blurred around us, our footsteps echoing off the walls. My heart was pounding, but I didn’t care. We were almost out. Just a few more steps and we’d be free. Then, a loud bang. It split the air like lightning. I felt it before I understood it.

Cara stumbles backwards away from me, as if stung by a horde of vicious bees, her lips trembling slightly as more tears wet down her face. That first night she kissed me, that first time, I fucking felt alive. Resurrected. Like something dead in me sprung back to life. Now, I can't help but feel that I have just ruined that happy memory. I keep ruining everything. Coward. You are a fucking coward Dane. Our pack is at least a twenty-minute run from White Moon, our neighboring pack. I know I will regret the next decision I am about to make for the rest of my miserable, fucking life.

But that didn't stop me from running. All I want now is to run away. To go to a place where no one knows me and be alone. I know this is a big embarrassment, but I can't bear to be pitied for my situation. I've had enough of feeling pitied throughout my life. I stopped running when a car honked at me. It's Kyle! "What are you waiting for? A red carpet? Get in!" he grumpily greeted me. Without hesitation, I hopped into his car.

He spits on my face as he sneers out, "Now, I'm going to beat the 'gay' out of you before anyone can help your pathetic ass." That was the only warning I had before his fist connects with my face repeatedly. What felt like a life time later but only a few minutes, Kevin lifts himself off me allowing me to try and stand but I fall because my face is pounding causing the world to tilt. He takes that to his advantage to start kicking my sides and back as I curl myself into a ball to protect my body. I can hear Bianca screaming for him to stop but of course he ignores her.