Novelas y relatos de Running

She ran upstairs to her room, not botheri to look back and see the men in hot pursuit after her. She entered a room, shutting the door a putting a chair under the knob, she ran to her window, pulling it up, she jumped out just as the door was banged as the men tried to barge into a room. She ran without looking back, her hert pounding with fear, she wasn't looking at the road probably and kept on running.

Lungs burning, legs on fire, Rain pushed herself to continue to run as fast as she could, even though she had no idea how she was still moving forward over two hours after they’d started on their way. The others were breathing heavily as well. Certainly, Walt and Adam were in excellent shape, but it wasn’t as if they’d ever had the opportunity to run. The Mothers definitely didn’t let them do cardio exercises, like running on a tread machine or a stair climber, because it wasn’t exactly in their best interest to encourage their prisoners to run.

I might sound like I was complaining about it, and in reality, I was. He chuckled and said, "You can. It's only the first day. Your body will adjust in a few days." "So I can't skip tomorrow's running?" He shook his head, indeed objecting to my protest. "Stamina is the core for training. You can't master self-defense without it." A heavy sigh escaped my lips. I should have known it was impossible to skip running since Zurin was so adamant about me being able to protect myself. "The good news is Lola will also accompany your running tomorrow. So you can talk while circling our territory."

"Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!" A panting voice echoed in the dark forest. “Tap, Tap, Tap” The shoes made noise in the silent night as Shama ran, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Fear filled her eyes. Blood trickled down her head, and her clothes were soaked in crimson color. Her body trembled, and her energy was waning. Still, she ran. She couldn't stop...Not now. "I have to get out of here," she gasped. "I...I didn't do that."

Still running, Motus huffed and puffed the more he ran through the snow. His ears up and alert but he never heard the howls get closer as he got farther away from Atzi. He suddenly stops and thinks. After running for a good 10 minutes, Motus realized that they never followed him. "So, if I'm not the target...then who..is..?" Motus couldn't believe it. This was a first.

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

"Ro​a⁠d's abo​ut five miles‍ no‍r‌th. Think you can run five miles?" Five miles. Thro‌ugh forest. In the dark. Wh​il‍e being hu​nted by so​me‌thing not human. "⁠N‍o," I​ said. "Scared?" ‍ "Sma⁠rt​.‌"

Third person POV " Run!! " In a split second every cell in her body was electrified, the sound of the steps he took away from the dark arrived in her brain even before it happened. " Run!! " Jane urged her legs because she was scared of the strangely familiar feeling she was getting. She felt his presence from far, the discomfort in her chest motivated her legs to take uncertain steps back to build some distances between her, and whoever was on the other side. Looking behind Jane, the man narrowed his brow introducing his deep black eyes like bottomless well that one could fall in if not careful. His amusement faded into thunderstorms, but it softened when his attention moved back to Jane.

Instead, he says, "I think you should get going, my love." With a deep breath, I take off running, my feet pounding against the ground as I push myself to meet the challenge. The early morning air is crisp and invigorating, and despite my initial reluctance, I find myself embracing the workout. Blake and Nico's encouragement fuels my determination, and I know that this training is not just about physical endurance but about strengthening the bond and trust within the pack. As I complete the mile, breathless but triumphant, I end my run with my head up.

Shit. Pure terror grips me as I sprint down the street, my fat feet pounding against the pavement in a desperate attempt to escape. My hands desperately drop my bags in order to clutch my tummy, the weight of my stomach making it difficult to run. The sound of heavy footsteps grows louder behind me, a clear indication that he is closing in on me. Every fibre of my being screams to go faster, to find a way to survive this pursuit.