Solitary Novels & Stories

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.

And Sister Lina would always warmly thank them and embrace them, while whispering to them "May the warm embrace of the mother give you strength. After mass, Sister Lina would usually cook herself a meal change into her evening attire, and sing to herself before going to bed. This was usually the highlight of Will's day, not the changing clothes part mind you, but the singing. It would always calm him, and it was the one thing Will adamantly meant had held his sanity intact due to isolation. However this evening was different

Alone. I could hear my breathing as it comes out fast. I'm scared but I feel like this is the only way to escape. To stop the madness that is creeping on me. The terror gripped me. I no longer want to live. I cannot see myself walking this earth anymore as life has repaid me nothing but sorrow, pain, and endless melancholy. I gave everything into the universe, all the love, joy, and hard work that I can do, I gave my life my all, but it failed me. I failed me. I was not designed to be amongst the living. I do not deserve to live anymore. The bubbly, happy girl is gone. All I am is a pathetic lost soul. Hollow and wretched I walk every day of my life unable to find meaning in what I do. I do

But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death. I can even remember Odin's favorite motto for me. "If you are weak, then you have no right to live in this world," That's Odin's favorite line. But... where am I? It's impossible that Odin will let me out of their sight. They can't let me gone even just for an hour. For them, I'm a tool or a machine that they can use and experiment with every time they want. Yes, they are that cruel. And I loathe them to the core!

It took them 10 full moons to shift without breaking a single bone in their body while Solana only took 3 full moons. "Is there anything you do that calms you down?" Solana asked her while they are taking a break. It is almost sundown and Solana thinks that Kiera is trying to get a hang of it, hopefully, because she'll be in the middle of a battlefield in 7 hours. "I just, I recite this mantra that I saw on the internet before," she said playing with her fingers. She used to recite it when her Mother is beating her up every time that she goes home drunk and miserable.

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness, the empty silence of her apartment amplifying her longing for their presence. After ending the call, Arina sank into the quiet solitude of her apartment, the anticipation of dinner and the familiar strains of her favorite songs easing her worries. The comforting aroma of brewing coffee enveloped her, wrapping her in a sense of familiarity and home. She found solace in the simple pleasures of domesticity, a reminder of the love that surrounded her even in moments of solitude.

It was a beautiful place to grow up, and it was going to be a terrible pain when I left. Part of me always hoped I would end up like my parents, waiting an eternity to meet my mate. I didn’t want anyone, even if they weren’t my mate, I didn’t have boyfriends. I was quite happy “flying solo”. As a female wolf, I have to follow my mate to their pack. Which meant leaving my brothers, my parents, and a town that, well, they probably wouldn’t mind. Gareth knew I was daydreaming as we walked, so he just directed me where to go. When we got to our mother’s office, he patted me on the head again.

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

I shot back. His eyes narrowed. “You said you didn’t do it.” The words hung in the air. My expression flickered, just for a second. He saw it. I know he did. “What was that? What didn’t you do?” I remained silent. Not because I didn’t have an answer. But because it wasn’t his to hear. He circled the bed slowly, like a hunter before devouring its prey. “Solitary affects everyone. Some break loudly. Some quietly. But they all break eventually.”

"I built it to Protect myself from the Hunger. I didn't 'Betray' the North; I Quarantined the Chaos so I could finally have a moment of silence. And now, I’m offering you the Ultimate Solitude" The spindle lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Solitude hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Isolated. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Independent Function." My rage was being turned into "Self-Correction"; my love was being turned into "Redundant Data". "Eryx, the iron... it’s Turning to Static!"