She Can Run Novels & Stories

I say urgently and I start running with her, but she's confused about it. "Why? Wh-?" she tries to ask, but I can't answer right now. I realize then, this isn't going to work. She's stumbling, slowing me down tremendously, "Lion, I can't run like you!” Yeah. I can see that. Her legs are half as long as mine and she’s already out of breath.

She’s dressed in tight, black clothes, the kind you wear when you expect to be active and running. She narrows her eyes into slits and say, “It’s a good thing you did, because I think Marcel will like you a lot.”

She mumbles. “For a run.” “I thought you didn’t have to train for two weeks. Can’t you stay in bed with me?” “I wanna clear my head. And I need to stay in shape even when not training,” I murmur, my fingers brushing the hair from her face. “Would you run with me?” She shakes her head as her eyes flutter close. “Bye.” — — —

She attacks Fenrir as we tumble down the stairs with him landing on top of us. “Chaos, stop!” I scream at her as I clutch my head, but she doesn’t listen as it spurs her on. I close my eyes tight, bringing my knees up to my chest when I feel us moving, the sound of glass shattering. I open my eyes and see we are outside. She is running at speeds I never knew she could run. She swipes at passing trees, leaping over fallen logs, skidding out of control. “Chaos, slow down. We are safe!” she growls at me before she whimpers. Hearing the sound of paws on the damp earth push her further away and towards the lake. She skids to a stop, breathless she staggers towards the water’s edge.

she said, dropping her gloves and heading toward the door. I truly love running, it’s the way I get the most thinking done. And right now, I need to be thinking, with every free moment I have. I’m going to be 17 in just a week, I’m going to get my wolf for the first time. She’s already started talking to me a bit here and there, she’s way overbearing and demanding but I like it. It means she’ll be there for me when I need it the most and I need all the help I can get.

She crouched low to the ground, her muscles tensed and ready to spring into action. "Don't stop running," she said in a voice that was both fierce and gentle at the same time. "I'll take you to safety." I didn't hesitate. I continued following the hybrid as she bounded through the forest, her movements fluid and graceful. As we ran, I couldn't help but marvel at her speed – she was like a blur, a streak of light that cut through the darkness. But it wasn't just her speed that amazed me. As we ran, I could feel the elemental abilities she possessed – a power that was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if the very elements of nature were at her command, bending to her wil

It smelt like her. Her bedroom door was closed so I opened it and she was lying on the bedroom floor in a pool of blood. “NO!” I screamed running over to her. Miles ran in after me and lifted up her shirt and saw several stab wounds. But she was too weak to heal herself. She wasn’t ready for an attack like this.

"Yes, let's meet by the river." I heard the sound of the shallow water running and then she ran first to her prey. I groaned, I was certain that Zeina would win this race. She loves the chase, running is easy but I never thought she could be this fast, I thought a Princess would be slow being royalty but her blood being the same as the Alpha King made her fast and I thought she was stronger than I am too.

"Are you sure? Do you know who you're talking to? I'm a footballer, I run for a living, I run with a ball at my feet for ninety minutes at a time." "I was a sprinter." She pulled the hair tie off her wrist and gathered her hair back with quick, practiced hands. "Track, high school and college both. It's how I got one of my scholarships. So what makes you think you're faster? Is this just more of your casual misogyny?" "No, no." I shook my head, grinning now. "I believe in equality completely. I'm just faster than you." "You know what?" She kicked off her heels one at a time and stepped onto the grass barefoot. "Put your money where your mouth is. Let's run."

She ran as fast as her small legs can go, following this instinct inside her. She had been running for hours. The bruise on her rib and her swollen thigh hindered her from going the pace she wanted. The faint sound of rushing water tells her that there’s a waterfall up ahead. Come on Estelle, just a little bit more. She pushed herself.