Runaways Novels & Stories

I can't feel it, won't feel it, as I pour all my energy into escape. My heart races, a runaway drumbeat, and my vision narrows to a single point on the horizon. I'm a wild animal, untamed and unstoppable, driven by rage and hurt. The woods are a blur, a green and brown tunnel, as I run, run, run, without looking back. The world fades away, leaving only the sound of my ragged breathing, the pounding of my feet, and the soft, sickening thud of my heart. I'm a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding, as I flee into the unknown.

Some of them whispered behind their hands; no doubt I could hear them. “She doesn’t even look upset.” “Six years and she doesn't care.” “Alpha Richard did everything for her, and this is how she repays him?” If only they knew what it was like to be cast out, to rebuild a life from nothing. Thunder rumbled overhead, matching my mood. Perfect funeral weather, I thought bitterly, watching pack members huddle closer under their umbrellas. I remained where I was, letting the first drops of rain hit my face. It felt fitting, nature mourning what I couldn't.

I roared in the rain, “Why? Why would a good mate and father violate a teenage wolf younger than his own offspring? Why did my own father abandon me?” For almost a year, I had nothing to eat and nowhere to go. During the day, I wandered the streets searching for food—sometimes finding leftovers from fancy restaurants, other times facing pups who recognized me and threw stones. Most of the time, I was starving. At night, I slept in a cold cave, waking almost every morning to the painful sound of my own stomach. Day after day, night after night, I grew tired and desperate, wishing to end my miserable life.

“We’re close to the exit. Hold on.” The pursuing vehicle matched their speed, the headlights glaring relentlessly in the mirrors. Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. The fragile sense of momentary safety shattered, replaced by the chilling reality of the chase. They weren't just running *from*; they were being actively hunted. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within – the lashing rain, the howl of the wind, the desperate flight through the darkness, and the terrifying, unknown lights gaining on them in the night. The escape had become a race for their lives.

“Worth it for the little chaos gremlins! Keep running, kid—don’t look back!” Nicholas and Aiva struck from the shadows with devastating efficiency, dismantling the Guardians’ surveillance and tech traps in a symphony of hacks and controlled explosions. The crew fought not just for victory, but for the future they had bled to create—every fallen foe a declaration that their family would not be broken.

Runa commented which Sarah nodded. Once upon a time, Runa was walking through the streets as she came upon a bar. This was a year after she ran away from her pack so she was a stray wolf. When she got to the bar she looked around sensing that there weren’t many packs here just humans and rogue wolves near. She took her seat next to a redhead and ordered their most spicy drink, The Red. “I should warn you, that drink is no joke.” The redhead said her thick country accent prickling Runa’s ear.

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

Alex tensed up and prepared himself for a fight, until he heard the sound of a familiar voice. “Doa!” (Go!) Matheus called out as the Ravennites hurried from the trees. “Doa! Moro me’sah!” (Go! Kill them all!) Alex’s eyes widened in amazement. It seemed the others from the Runners’ camp managed to escape the storm after all, but how did they find this place? Alex guessed they must have been following Rowan’s footsteps. There were too many questions rushing through his mind right now, but as the onslaught continued, there was only one thing that mattered to him, and that was getting to Caine before he could get away.

" We had finally found the cave that had the victims. It was about four families that had taken cover in the caves when the war had broken out. They were scared and the men lashed out to protect their families. As I illuminated the cave, they had adjusted their eyes to seeing our true forms. Laying on the ground in the corner was girl. She was the one that sent the signal, her heartbeat had brought me here. I walked over to her and touched her hand." Alexander almost jumped as the visions became more intense, they were fated to be together and the future played out before their eyes. Their worlds where meant to meet. " I held her hand for a while longer, healing her. I knew what I had seen a

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.