Runner Stories Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

“Your place is only five minutes away and we’ll still get drenched while running from here to the car and while running from the car to the house so...” A sudden squeal from someone behind us made us turn around and I saw a couple of soaked people - three boys and two girls - rush up to the building from the black car that I had seen pull into the parking lot earlier. Abigail and I stepped away from the diner’s door before a birdlike squawk drew my attention back to the group and my heart jumped in my chest when I saw the face of one of the boys. Hell. It was Tyler… Tyler Carson. Also known as the boy that made it his job to torment me before my family and I moved to London and the reason I

The rogues were defeated,the army was victorious Dylan, Aidan, Barton, Cecelia and Jeffery met the rest of their pack at the border ,they were celebrating with drinks and food,the celebration lasted all night long. Dylan suddenly felt restless, he decided to mind-link Samuel to check if the girls were okay but couldn't get through to him making him worry more. “Dylan, what's wrong?” Aidan mind linked to Him “I feel something is wrong like girls are not safe, we should go home” Dylan replied

The warrior puts her luggage in the boot as well and then it is time to go. Serene gets into the passenger seat while I get behind the wheel. Moments later, we are driving up the dirt road to the highway. It is a familiar route, I could drive it with my eyes closed. "Okay, where do we start looking?" my friend asks. "You need to have a clue, otherwise it's no good. There are so many good-looking men in Human Town that I don't have eyes enough to admire them myself," she laughs. "On the pier. I still hope he comes back there," I sigh.

The summer evening was falling on the city, relieving the concrete jungle of the sweltering heat of the day, but darkness was still far away. The road that ran through the outskirts was filled with various vehicles, including public ones, with people rushing to return home at the end of the working day. The bus, following its regular route, stopped at the next stop, opening the doors for passengers. People who were at the bus stop, waiting until those wishing to leave the bus, hurried to take the empty seats.

I had already submitted evidence and only needed to wait for legal sanctions. When I heard about Darcy Lemche’s car accident, my wolf nearly fainted. Without the Moon Godness’s help, my wolf would have collapsed. I hated the rogues—why did they keep attacking my close wolves? On the way to the infirmary, I heard gossip but didn’t care, telling myself it was okay as long as he was safe. It didn’t matter how many she-wolves he had.