Tentical Locker Novels & Stories

"You go back to the intake room. Re-check the lockers. If that pendant is anywhere in this building, find it before the Council’s inspectors arrive." I didn't wait for another word. I sprinted back to the sterile intake room, my heart hammering. I tore through the locker where Silas Crowe’s belongings were stored. Empty. Just a hockey jersey and a pair of worn skates. I leaned my head against the locker, closing my eyes. I could almost hear Sienna’s voice in my head, mocking me. Did you think you could win, Jack? I turned around, intending to check the Ravencroft Disposal Grounds—maybe someone had tossed it—when I saw a small, glimmering object wedged into the floor vent directly beneath the

"Storage locker. Bus depot in Bend. Locker number. Combination is the date she first walked in here. October 29, 2002." I memorized the numbers. "What's in the locker?" "Something that needs a rock to open," he said cryptically. He picked up the obsidian he'd been polishing and handed it to me. It was smooth, cold, black as a pupil. "This one's just a rock. But you'll need it. For the box." He was giving me tools and riddles. "Buck... the men who are after this. They're powerful. They might come here."

I swallowed nervously before nodding and agreeing. She walked to the closed door, opened it, and entered. After a few moments, she returned with a pair of clothes and a towel, placing them on the bed. She then opened a drawer and handed me a purple Samsung flip phone. I get you're feeling bad about what happened to me, which I am still not sure if I am still safe or will eventually die, but there's one thing I want to know. Are you guys shapeshifters–like are you guys' werewolves? I keep on thinking I was hallucinating due to the pain, but I know what I saw. It really was real.

Talana and Massimo exchanged a brief look before pressing forward. As they neared the container, Talana felt it, a pulse, a pull deep in her bones. There were girls hurt. But there was something. A close friend. Luca dropped to a crouch beside the lock. "Thermite’s ready. Ten seconds." The hiss of igniting compound filled the air, glowing orange against the night. As soon as the lock dropped, Massimo yanked the door open and stepped back, gun raised. Inside, darkness and the stench of confinement spilled out. Talana entered slowly, sweeping her weapon as her flashlight revealed young women huddled in the far corner.

He was evil. Vera laughed. "He's still with me. The lockdown is a one-time thing, and my husband is on a business trip. He called me weeks back to take my permission so he could fuck since he would be deprived of me. I granted him that request. But I made this reservation for myself, and I know he won't be coming back anytime soon until the lockdown is over." Eve closed her eyes to the wonderful sensation of his tongue, and now, he was kissing the lips of her vulva. She moaned.

He led me straight past the sub-basement gym, and down a narrow, biometric-sealed corridor I had never been allowed to enter before. He pressed his hand to the wall scanner. The vault door hissed open, revealing one of the many faces of the Lockwood Conglomerate’s power. It wasn't a gym as I had expected. It was a private, military-grade armory. Racks of matte-black tactical rifles, suppressed sidearms, and rows of specialized breaching equipment lined the reinforced concrete walls. "Theodore is secure at the secondary safehouse," I said, stepping into the cold room. I pulled out my burner phone. "But before we hit the coast, I need to tie up the loose end."

CHASE The locker room reeked of sweat-soaked gear, fresh tape, and the cold bite of sharpened blades. Most of the Vancouver Titans had already peeled out after morning skate—laughing, slapping asses, scattering to hotels for whatever flavor of chaos they’d lined up: threesomes, one-night stands, or the rare genuine hookup. Me? I was still planted on the bench in front of my stall, elbows on knees, staring at the scuffed floor between my skates while the team doctor finished his lecture.

Harrison whispered. Elias looked around. "It has." Everyone stopped. "What?" He pointed toward the floor. Fresh footprints. Boot prints. Less than a day old. Someone else had been there. Recently. Morales drew his pistol. "We're not alone." The corridor ended at a thick steel gate. Behind it stood dozens of small storage lockers. Some hung open. Others had rusted shut. Rebecca looked down at the brass key. "Locker 18." They counted carefully. Seventeen.

And in the locker were items for the bridge-crew should disaster loom. Trevor could picture the items now: life-jackets, rations, but his primary focus was the bright red flare pistol stowed in its equally vivid crimson case. Opposite, Barker’s glowing eyes began to move to his right, as the creature followed the run of the console. Trevor could hear the click-click of claws on the plastic surface, and the dull thud of the huge leather chairs rocking as he passed by. Barker sidled around the console, and Trevor moved away from him, using his feet to push his way towards the gloom, where he knew the storage locker sat, flush with the walls, its steel door reflecting Barker’s hideous stare.

Moving his laptop and his paperwork around, I started searching for the key, but I couldn’t find it. Putting back the contents the way I found them, I yanked open the other drawers and shuffled through the contents, but I still couldn't find the key, but I did stumble upon an empty box of condoms. Taking it up, I saw that it marked Trojan Magnum XL. I wasn’t surprised because the way he had filled me up last night leaving no room, I knew he had a monster between his legs. Shaking my head, I placed it back inside the drawer, before I closed it and got up to check on the machine.