Spark Writers Novels & Stories

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

I closed my eyes, took another breath, and then spoke aloud: “I know you’re confused. He’s coming for me because I am a Spirit Wolf—I am the Guardian of all living Spirit Wolves, the last remaining Spirit Wolf Alpha.” The murmurs grew louder, the pack visibly unsettled. Some looked frightened, others confused. “What you’ve been told is wrong,” I continued. “Spirit Wolves are not infected with evil. We are not monsters. We are like you—except that magic runs in our blood. We possess abilities beyond ordinary wolves, blessings from the Moon Goddess herself. Our magic is given to us by her, not passed down through generations like our wolves. I am grateful for this pack’s protection, and I will

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

“Do you know what a pack of wolves does to those weaker than the rest?” Slaughter them. Yet, they hadn’t killed her. But now, if I had to guess, I’d bet she lived in that house outcast from the others. “You seem to hear me.” I pointed out. She paused as if realizing that surprised her. “What are you?” “People say I’m a Spark.” I explained. “It must be incredible to be so special.” She murmured wishfully. *** Reimus and Verias had retraced their steps to try to find me.

, said Mya. Mya kept on going and going about how this boy looked like but I wasn’t really listening. Mya had braces on her teeth and she had freckles on her face. But she kept them half-hidden with the make-up she put on her face. She always kept her silver blonde hair in a bun and her hair kind of complimented her eyes as they were silver grey. But her eyes weren’t that much noticeable to normal humans due to the fact that she wore glasses and nobody bothered to interact with her, except me.

Jack says, his voice lowering conspiratorially, "I've always thought you were wasted on hardware. You've got a spark, Samantha. Something special." I pause, a screwdriver hanging forgotten in my hand. "I... thank you," I whisper, unused to such genuine praise. The weight of years of feeling unappreciated presses down on me, making Jack's words all the more poignant. Suddenly, we're standing face to face, mere inches apart. The air between us feels charged, heavy with unspoken desires. I can feel the warmth of his breath, see the flecks of gold in his eyes. The scent of sweat mingles with his cologne, creating an intoxicating blend that makes my head spin.

Saffy sneezed again as she sat on the sofa. “You can’t be allergic to Silver because you’re…never mind,” Jack didn’t finish his statement. One thing at a time. At least Saffy should get used to him and Silver before telling her she was a wolf and witch hybrid. Silver could smell her wolf, even though it was without form at the moment. Jack knew too that Saffron was his mate. Jack couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he wanted to run his fingers through her long, silky black hair. He would love to cage her naked body under his naked body and to stroke her soft skin and make her scream his name.

Jacob flung himself onto the soft sofa in his living room, impatiently. In his hand was the cell phone that he kept gripping with annoyance. "Damn it!" he cursed impatiently. I don't know how many times he had tried to contact the person who should be in charge of some of the final projects he was working on. Jacob was supposed to be in charge, but the final approval was in the hands of Bryan, the head of the RoseGold group. As long as Bryan was in charge, Jacob couldn't do much. He has to wait and wait for his business to run smoothly.

Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourful scribbles had become distorted and blurry. It was that day Lucas realized, that he and little Evan had a lot in common and one of them was their love towards art. The raven-haired was nothing but immensely grateful for Evan’s presence in his life now, and someone who deserved a huge credit for making him realize that, was his best friend, Austin Lee, who had graduated from the same university, majoring in liberal arts and was currently work