Sprunki Aftermath Novels & Stories

During those grueling days, I drifted in and out of feverish dreams, my mind melting into a haze. Memories from two lifetimes tangled together until I could no longer tell what was real and what was a nightmare. When the shadow of death loomed tangibly overhead, all the so-called love, hatred, and grudges seemed laughable and trivial. The day I recovered, I stepped out of the hospital and took a deep breath of Malva's cool air. The sharp scent of disinfectant finally faded from my lungs, replaced by the fresh fragrance of rain-soaked grass. In that moment, I felt the boulder on my chest lift and scatter into the wind.

With her hands groping the walls, she attempted to stand up, but the sharp pain shooting through her legs caused her to collapse. Avery winced as her legs gave way, realizing she had sprained her ankle. Just then, she heard the metallic sounds of gears and locks. For a fleeting moment, silence engulfed the room, followed by creaking noises, and suddenly, a bright light flooded the space. It was so intense that she had to shield her eyes until they adjusted. "The Boss wants you," a deep, husky voice declared, drawing her gaze in its direction. "F*** you!" Avery cursed, glaring defiantly at the stranger. "I won't budge from here unless you tell me where I am."

"Wendy, let the past stay in the past. I'm very happy with my life now." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Then, she said my name one last time. "Nina..." There was too much history between us. So much so that there was no way to clear it all up. Besides, I had no intention of explaining myself. I didn't want to look back, either. So… Let everything end here, then. Ronan did not wake up until after Wendy left. Still half asleep, he rested his head against my back. "Who came, sweetheart?"

When I woke again, Luca was beside my bed, still wearing the same blood-stained shirt from the night before. His face was pale, his eyes swollen. “You’re okay,” he said softly, like he was convincing himself. “Both of you are okay.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. All I could do was look at the tiny bundle in his arms — our child, sleeping peacefully against his chest. For the first time in months, I didn’t feel anger. Just exhaustion. And a strange, quiet ache that didn’t know which side it belonged to anymore. When we were discharged a few days later, he insisted on driving us home.

It's already midnight, Katlyn and Grey are sleeping in one bed when she suddenly flinched because of the dream she is having. *** She was running out of the unknown house and when she went outside, a red car hit her all of a sudden, caused her to fall on the ground. But before she lost consciousness, she saw the plate number of the car who was driving away from her. The plate number was TU23 DRT. She crawled and asked for help after being hit, until she couldn't take any longer and she lost her sight.

" I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together. Without hesitation, I deleted it and blocked the number. Two little girls walked past, holding hands. Giggling, they made plans to celebrate with their favorite cherry cake after they finished their mission. I watched them walk away, farther and farther, until they disappeared completely. I drove t