Solitary Novels & Stories

"What do you do when you're not crushing 8-minute miles?" I smile involuntarily. "Graphic design," my own voice replies from the speakers. "He liked your laugh there," Echo narrates, his voice layering over the recording. "He wanted to taste it." "Solitary can be good," Marcus says on the tape. Then, the audio glitches. Just for a second. "Solitary is dangerous," Marcus’s voice says. But he didn't say that. I know he didn't say that. The tone is deeper, rougher. "I want to break that solitude. I want to break you."

“I’m sorry, sir. But we can’t go on another mission while our friend’s life is in danger. It’s not happening.” Mello nodded, closing his sketchbook. “We’re following Northstar. To find this Windwalker. To get the cure.” Shadowalker shook his head. “Who said you were coming?” His voice shifted, the deeper resonance taking over. “I go alone. That’s final. The Null Void is not a place for the living. It unmakes thought. It erodes will. You would be dead or mad in moments.” Cara stood up, the blanket falling. Her eyes were red-rimmed but fierce. “And I agree with that.”

The Canyons of Echoing Solitude were a misnomer. They did not echo with sound, but with absence. The towering walls of striated rock seemed to absorb all feeling, all connection, leaving behind a hollowed-out silence that pressed in on the soul. It was the perfect landscape for our fractured party.

I muttered, staring down at my desk. "Anyone wants to answer the question." Madam Raveena asked, looking around for any raised hands. Vanessa raised up her hands and Caleb looked at her. I glanced back at her too. "Yes Vanessa." Madam Raveena said. Vanessa smirked and stood up. " Solitude in the pack refers to a state where a pack member is isolated or alone, physically, emotionally, or socially despite being part of a community that is meant to be close-knit and united."

Julian listened without interrupting, nodding slowly, his expression softening as though the images were entering him too. When we cleared the plates and the apartment grew quiet again, I carried the memory of the walk like something small but unshakable. As I lay in bed, the sounds returned in fragments—the bicycle bell, the laughter of children, the humming of the florist. I realized then that solitude was not emptiness. It was its own form of company, one that reminded me the world would keep offering itself if I only slowed down enough to notice. And I promised myself I would.

Mom's frown instantly relaxed. With absolute certainty, she declared, "That's right. Freya is just too obedient. She only wanted to stand up for me. Unlike that wretched girl Aubree, she's nothing but a curse. It'd be better if she were dead." Patrick watched coldly, unwilling to waste his breath. Just then, the door swung open, and a young officer walked in with a grave expression. "Patrick, the surveillance footage from the convenience store behind the motel captured the suspect." …

As a lone wolf, she had to tread carefully. Most especially after she crossed over to the region of the eastern border. One wrong move could cost her life. Lone wolves were the wolves that refused to submit to the authority of an alpha, and as a result, these wolves were considered harmful to their packs. As such, they were often kicked out of their packs because of the dangers they possessed. A wolf that wouldn't submit to the alpha was a wolf that would turn against its people, so they would most likely go rogue.

he asks, I felt drowsy and my head rests on his torso. "It was the only thing I could think to make me safe." I breathe. "What else makes you safe ?" he asks. "My dad but he's dead." I said feeling a bit light headed. "He used to give me a box of my night stones when I felt alone I had those stones, but now I don't have them they were the only thing that made me feel safe." I said, I could barely open my eyes. "And you, I feel safe right next to you." I said, I couldn't keep up anymore my eyes went heavy and shut, I slept off.