Sprunki Aftermath Novels & Stories

She never judges me. “Hey Sam…” Before I can finish my sentence, the back door opens and in walks Z. As always, he is dressed in all black. Tonight he has add a black cloak with a hood, black boots, silver chain and his usual spike protrudes from under his lip. “Hey Love!” Z wraps his arms around me and catches me in the neck with his spike. “Ouch, you got me!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry Ash!” “It’s…..okay”

I scan the place letting the smell lead me. I stood by the doorway watching the scene before me. A kid was getting his open bloody wound cleaned up. I felt myself losing control and I didn't know why but I wanted his blood so badly so before i could go something drastic i hurried to the bathroom. I made sure the stalls were empty before unzipping my dress pulling it down to stop around my waist. The talismanic symbol on me was fading away which means I'm Vampire side is making an appearance. Oh no! If I lose control here, I'm so dead. I'm guessing being in the Vampire world for too long made the protection spell wear off which means This wasn't just a protection spell but it was also a bindi

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

The message to Mr. Thorne sat in my 'sent' box, a glowing confirmation of the new, terrible path I was about to take. My stomach was a tangle of nerves and grim resolve. There was no going back now. Jasper's breathing was too shallow, Mom's cough too deep.

…Freya's pov… The aftermath of the battle was chaotic, with wounded men scattered across the field and medics rushing to attend to them. I glanced over at Rowland, relief washing over me as I saw that he had survived, albeit with some light injuries. He clutched his wounded shoulder, his face etched with pain. As the dust began to settle, news reached us that the reinforcements we had called for had finally arrived. It was a relief, but also a stark reminder of the casualties we had suffered. We gathered near the pack house, a mix of exhaustion and sorrow hanging heavy in the air.

The morning after the attack, the penthouse was silent except for the faint beeping of medical machines and the low hum of police radios downstairs. Elara sat up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, one hand over her stomach, the other gripping Lucian’s sleeve. Lucian hadn’t let go of her since dawn. Marek rested in a separate room, stabilized but exhausted. Elara exhaled shakily. “Lucian… what happens now?” Lucian rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Now? I will keep you safe. And Marek. And the baby.”

They might even slander me. However, I was unwilling to accept it. I hated them. Over the years, I desperately tried to convince myself to let go, and I thought I had. However, when I saw them again, I realized how much I hated Greyson and Elise, even to the point of madness. How could I let go? I brushed the snow away from the grave, my gaze falling on the sprouting buds beside it. I whispered, "Kelly, I won't be coming here anymore. We both have to move on, okay?"

Taylor of Witop. “Ms. Frasier—no, I suppose we should call you Director Frasier now.” Mr. Johnson laughed as he raised his glass. “The three of us talked it over. Working with you in the past was always a pleasure. Now that you’re at a new company, it’s only right that we show our support. “Besides transferring all our existing orders, each of us will also bring in two affiliated companies and sign next year’s strategic cooperation with Lextron.” Ms. Moore continued smoothly, her tone straightforward.