Runaways Novels & Stories

Gasps rippled across the cathedral. Before anyone could move, utter a question, or stop her, Teresa lifted her dress, turned around, and ran. Not just out of the aisle. Not just out of the church. Out of her old life. And into one she had no idea waited. THE CITY THAT HIDES ITS SECRETS Greyfall was not kind to runaways Rain lashed down in sheets as Teresa ran across the courtyard, the lace of her gown trailing through puddles. Her veil ripped away, flapping behind her like a ghost trying to flee from her head.

I grabbed the spare key fob and a flashlight. "Mommy, I can't see," Adrian sobbed. "I've got you," I said, lifting him onto my hip. We ran out the back door, into the snow. The cold hit us like a hammer. The wind was screaming. We ran toward the heavy SUV parked near the generator shed. "Mommy, look!" Adrian pointed. More lights. Coming up the mountain road. Not just a few men. A convoy. "There's more of them," Damian wheezed, leaning against the SUV. "We can't outrun them on the road."

I read it quickly. Dear Dean, I'm sorry to write you this letter. My pack isn't safe anymore. The news about who I am is out and I will be hunted to the ends of the earth. I can't put you or anyone else at risk so I'm running. No pack would be strong or safe enough. I would die if I caused you or your pack harm. I wish things were different but this is my reality and I must make the right choice. Please find someone else that will make you happy that will be a good Luna for your pack. Please let me go.

But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore But I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I kept running For a soft place to fall And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? But now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Take me home where I belong I got no other place to go Now take me home Home where I belong Oh, no, no Now take me home Home where I belong Ho, ho, ho N

Thank you to everyone who supported me, y'all are part of this success. FURTHER ANNOUNCEMENT: One In A Million will have its spin-off, Run. This one will show how the world works outside the facility during the time they were battling with the parasites and zombies. Lawrence and Georgia will be the lead characters here. I will write it soon, so, stay tuned! Live long, Mickeys!

“Wild River.” Jake made a movement with his hand to beckon Rune closer to us. If we were about to talk about how Alpha Markus ravaged her pack, it was better to hear it from the one that survived it. “I heard about that,” Alpha Zane said, nodding his head towards Rune in understanding. “I thought there were no survivors.” “Four people barely made it out alive. Two adolescent pack members, my pup and I.” Rune admitted. “It was awful.”

It is better to go unnoticed as if it were a shadow. I go through the undergrowth that lines the street, careful not to make noise. I move quickly to go to the head of the caravan. Then we come to a camp with several tents. The marchers line up waiting to be seen. Apparently, Einar is so desperate for the Outcasts to fill his dungeon that even at this hour they have personnel available to recruit them.

Lua started running as fast as she could to the cave when suddenly a rule echoed in her head. "Never run towards a scream. No matter who it is. If you scream you get left behind. You are not here to protect us. You can't protect us. If we scream. You are on your own. You follow the rules and remember your training. You must get to the human territory. It's known as Canada. You don't look back only forward. Trust no one"

As he stood by the window, looking out of it, his back to Damon, asking the girl's question, he looked at the road, and he thought: "Holy fuck" "What?" Damon called. There was the guy they were looking for, running down the road, running in a zigzag in case there was a shooter overhead. At one point, he turned, seeing Derinem at the window, and threw a middle finger at him. "Damon, he's getting away." Without waiting for a response, he jumped down from the window. Jumping down stories, his hands supporting himself on the rail before he landed on the ground on his hands and feet.

My eyes widened in amazement as I witnessed some of them undergo a remarkable metamorphosis, their human forms contorting and shifting into that fearsome werewolves. Amidst the agile movements and ferocious power of the werewolves, another group caught my attention: vampires. They moved with such extraordinary speed that my eyes struggled to keep up, and my brain strained to comprehend their seemingly instantaneous movements. I can’t believe that they are real. It would take time to make myself understand that they do shifts and could blend in with humans. “Carla! Leon! I am here with my mom!” Tain raised his voice as I turned my head to check who he was calling.