Runaways Hits Novels & Stories

The cemetery was large, covering many acres, but Jim had worked there nearly six months now, so he knew the quickest route. As he ran down the asphalt path Jim felt the ground beside it rumble. Whatever had been underneath the shed was now chasing him. It was in the earth right beneath him. Something was terribly wrong, things like this shouldn’t happen. What had Cundle been doing in the shed to cause this to happen? Jim’s heart pumped and the blood sang in his ears, colours seemed brighter and his vision was sharper. Jim could pick out individual blades of grass and petals on a daisy. His cousin, a head-case who’d done two tours in Iraq, once told him this happened under fire. In fight or f

Eloisa woke up panting. She was sweating profusely like she had ran a marathon. Her eyes were still unfocused. She rubbed a hand over her face. Waking up from nightmare was not unusual for her. After that traumatic day, there had not been a single night that she did not have that nightmare. The first few nights she would wake up screaming at the top of her lung, waking up her mother and brother in the process. And sometimes a few neighbors too. After one month passed, she learned to contain her screams. She told everyone that she did not have anymore nightmares. At first, her family did not believe her. But when she started acting like everything was normal, they started to believe that she

This is the first time this has happened to me, but I have no time to worry about it. Then I run, even more, taking advantage of the fact that I can see, without looking back, avoiding rocks and trees so fast that I don't understand how I do it. Behind me, there are noises of an animal, but it must be my imagination or so I hope with all my forces.

I run as fast as I can without any direction in my mind. Bullets were continuously fired in my direction but I kept on running until all I could hear was my breathing. I have no idea on whose territory I landed. What matters to me is that I am far from those who betrayed me. I am far from everyone who sees me as a criminal. I finally stopped running and hid behind the huge tree. I winced in pain as I pressed my wounded leg to stop it from bleeding. I hadn’t regained my strength yet when I heard footsteps nearing.

“You’re too late. She’s ours.” “No!” I lunged, but he yanked her back, putting a blade to her throat. The world froze. Her eyes locked on mine. Pain. Fear. And something that broke me. Regret. Her mouth formed a single word. “Run.” My chest cracked open. My grip weakened. “No,” I whispered. “Not without you.” But her look burned into me, frantic, pleading. Run. The boss laughed, dragging her into the dark. I roared, breaking through the raiders in a rage, but the storm swallowed them, leaving only nothingness.

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.

Run. Run. Run.

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