Runaways Novels & Stories

I start running, i run to escape my hurt, i run to escape the pain, i run cause i can't tolerate this anymore. By the time I'm done running, I'm exhausted. I turn back to my human form and fall down to my knees, all seven of them are there for me , i can feel their coat keeping me warm, i can even see other pack members they all bow their head down in respect. I look up at the moon , and close my eyes. Jennifer POV

~Timbre~ After leaping out of the window, I landed gracefully on my feet and swiftly started sprinting away. Uncertain about my destination, my only certainty was the need to distance myself from that area. Escaping through the station gates, I dashed onto the road, racing down the street. The intensity of my running style compelled people to clear a path for me, their curious gazes lingering as they watched me pass. My pace resembled that of a person pursued relentlessly. The haunting fear of returning to Alpha Xavier's house and being imprisoned again drove me forward.

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

unconsciously, tears rolled down her cheeks. Sure, she's glad that she was able to escape from her parents' clutches, but she can't help but long for them. They've always been good to her after all, spoiling her and giving her everything she wants, aside from THAT. That was the only time that they were so bent on controlling her, yet that was also the only thing she can't let them decide for her. ---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee.

The world around me was a blur, and all I could do was run. The branches clawed at my skin, leaves slapped against my face, and the ground beneath me seemed to move faster than I could keep up with. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I was running from everything. From Darius and the wolves of his pack, from Lucas and the hunters, from the lies and betrayal that had slowly wrapped themselves around my life. Every step felt like an escape, but I didn’t know where I was escaping to.

Then he turned back to me. "Let's go home together." I was too weak to break free. Nikki rushed over and shoved him hard. He didn't expect her strength and stumbled backward, falling onto broken glass. Blood poured from a deep cut on his palm. Nikki snorted. "Serves you right." "Gaius, are you okay?" Michelle rushed over, panicked. But he looked at me instead, searching my eyes for pity. All he found was ridicule. "Shouldn't you be helping Michelle move? Or does carrying someone else's baggage suddenly make up for abandoning me?"

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."

Acceptance or rejection. And I have no fucking idea which side the scales will tip for me. All my life, I have been running. First from the fire that consumed my home and family, and then running away from Kaliq and his ruthless scumbags that parade themselves as men. I have been running, only to find myself here and bonded to Raelin. The Alpha of this pack. Should I run? Should I plot an escape again? Is running every time even going to give me peace or solve anything?

But it was safer than the alternative. I was learning that everyone here was running from something. Tommy the bartender had gambling debts that would get him killed if he went back to Chicago. Big Mike had done time for assault and couldn't find legitimate work. Even Sable had ghosts, I could see it in the way she went quiet sometimes, staring off at nothing. "The thing about running," she told me one night as we shared a bottle of cheap whiskey on the roof of the clubhouse, "is that eventually you have to decide if you're running toward something or just running away."

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.