Runaways Novels & Stories

She tried shaking the memory off of her head, but not right before Marceline noticed it. “You don’t have to be worried, April Rose. The Sun and Moon Academy is not just a school for people like us; it’s also a refuge for runaways,” said Marceline. “H-how did you know I was a runaway?” “Oh, I kind of noticed you don’t have anything with you other than what you’ve brought with you. And besides, who would run away from their home with five or six suitcases, right?” “Oh... Yeah, I did run away from home.”

she said hurriedly and I stilled. "What?" "Mother, what are you saying?" I asked in confusion. "I said you have to go in place of Miley. The Alpha hadn't met her yet nor had he met you. So you'll get married instead…" she said in a curt tone as she released me from her hold. "Poor Miley, my mother pouted. She must have been so scared that she ran away from home.." she whimpered sadly and I stared at them in disbelief. Miley ran away from home because she wanted nothing to do with the beast of an Alpha, now my mother was telling me to go in her place. Was she not even scared for her daughter?

Amber’s POV Alpha Dale’s uncle smirked at the stunned silence that followed his words. “Runaways.” He repeated with a mocking jest, rolling the word around on his tongue. “That’s the story. Alpha Dale’s precious mate ran away because she couldn’t stand her dangerous power. She couldn’t stand being a danger to him or anyone else. Of course, her friends went with her.” Janine lunged forward, but the guards held her back. “You sick, lying piece of—!”

CASSIAN POV When we decided to go on this long search for my runway brother, I didn’t want to go along with the team, but when Conrad didn’t let me breathe another second I decided to follow them. I led my team, Conrad and the soldiers, through the dense bush, our eyes scanning the surroundings as we made our way towards the hill path that would take us to the cave. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the sounds of the forest were a cacophony of chirping birds, buzzing insects, and rustling small animals. We moved quietly, our trained ears picking up every snap of twig and rustle of leaves. He didn’t know exactly where he had run to because that he ran in

Nothing. At night, I heard howls at random hours short, sharp, uneasy. Warriors reported movement in the woods, shadows slipping past the borders. Not attacks. Just watching. Like the rogues were waiting for something. Or someone. Tobias started calling emergency meetings about “backup plans,” which was just a nice way of saying we have no idea what to do if Scarlett never responds. Every time I heard him talk about fallback strategies or evacuation routes, something in my stomach twisted. Maybe Jenna was right.

Without a word, I instinctively turned and ran. However, no matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t shake him off. He reached out and grabbed my arm. “Luna, it’s really you! You’re not dead!” His eyes were red, his wrist trembling from excitement, but all I wanted was to break free. “Let go of me!” “No, I won’t!” He pulled me into his arms, panicked and nearly incoherent. “All this time, I’ve… I’ve dreamed of you. I knew you weren’t dead!”

A figure detaches itself from the grey fog of the basalt ridge ahead. It isn't a coastal raider, and it isn't an elite fighter from the Western Coalition. It is a runner from the local border-clans—the Unranked scavengers who live in the black caves between the high peaks and the sea. The male is small, his ribs showing through a tattered cloak of seal-hide, his scent a pathetic mixture of old mud, raw fish, and absolute, debilitating terror. He drops straight onto his belly in the frozen slush, his hands flat against the shale as Clyde steps into his space. "Speak," Clyde growls, his voice a subterranean vibration that makes the pebbles around the runner's fingers rattle.

Even if he did manage the slight possibility of escape, he would be on the run for the rest of his life. He looks at me, his eyes leeching off all their fear, until there is only determination. “We call ourselves The Feralis.” He bite down on something on the inside of his cheek. The world slows. A high pitched beep stings my ears. Run, my wolf warns, sensing the danger a moment too late. Then his body explodes.

They were free. But they were not safe. "There!" a voice shouted. "They're escaping!" Mira turned and saw them—soldiers, pouring out of the compound, their weapons raised, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. They were coming. They were hunting. They were going to kill. "Run!" Raven shouted. They ran. They ran through the snow, through the darkness, through the cold. They ran until their legs burned, until their lungs screamed, until their hearts pounded against their ribs. They ran until they couldn't run anymore.

With a full tank, snacks, and a few bottles of water, you hit the road, speeding like a mad woman being chased by a demon. Well, let's face it. You are kind of being chased by a mad demon. A very mad demon. Because of you, he is short a few females to take out his frustrations on. You know it is not that easy finding runaways or abandoned women that no one cares to find or what happens to them.