The Green Mile Novel Novels & Stories

Blythe turned without waiting to see if Violet followed. She did. Because apparently that was who she was now. A woman following strangers deeper into billionaire Dracula’s mansion because her Nissan had betrayed her and capitalism was a blood sport. The morning room was not morning-like at all. It was dark green, lined with books, and warmed by a fire that looked too elegant to have been made for actual heat. A phone sat on an antique side table, black and heavy and old-fashioned enough to make Violet suspicious. Mrs. Blythe gestured toward it.

she mumbled, intrigued. Nueva flicked to the last page, and a nightmarish creature covered in red fur with large canine fangs stared at her dead-on with its vile green orbs. She instinctively closed the book; her chest rose in short ragged breaths. Nueva quickly tied the string back around the cover and placed the book neatly back in the waiting slot.

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

I could hear the murmmurings from the crowd, it felt like, they were anxious and suprised, glasses started to break from all angles, the lights, went out, the whole place went dark and the moon suddenly came and lit it up. The process was long Andi could hear, people yelling and murmmuring from a far distance. It was cracking, it felt magical and real, "Hi Fiona! I'm Mia!", I heard this voice and it came from my head, like my thoughts, who is Mia?. I felt like I was getting bigger and bigger, my clothes started to tear, and that was it, coming as an explosion, a white mist covered the whole place and the look on everyone's face was sort of, suprising.

Greenrock isn’t far from Zidiah, but it would take less than ten minutes to reach the mansion in wolf form. The Dalgaard’s have vampiric blood, which means it would take them all of five minutes, maybe less, to make it home. Dalgaard Mansion will always be home to Lilly, Leander, and Luther; there is no question about that, and Anja never has to worry they won’t come home. When we reached Greenrock, I was in awe. The packhouse may not look like Dalgaard Mansion, but it was huge. It reminded me of an old Victorian-style townhouse.

"Where is Celine? I asked the doctor before us immediately my mate, Stephen, and I sauntered in. "Thiswayplease."Shecalmlyanswered,walkingusto Celine’sroom.Iclungonto Stephen’s palm trying to allay my fears but he too was just as worried. I wondered how Green would be faring after all these. She was pregnant, still dealing with the death of her mate and now this came. As we walked along the hallway, guards kept running Helter Skelter as if another problem had surged.

As he entered, he closed the door with painstaking care, but it let out a faint, protesting creak. A sudden crack from within the house prompted him to hide himself, holding his breath. Moments later, Mrs. Green emerged, gripping a shotgun, and sweeping it vigilantly from one corner of the house to the next. Tim knew that her senses were keen, and she could recognise his scent in an instant. Drawing upon his training as a seasoned warrior, he acted swiftly. Bursting forth from his hiding spot, he charged towards the woman. She swivelled with startling speed toward him, but Tim's agility outmatched her. Before she could unleash a shot, Tim seized the weapon's base, deftly redirecting it away

Liniluna’s pulse gave one measured beat. “Did he specify urgency?” “No.” Liniluna inclined her head once. She went when she was ready. The greenhouse stood at the far edge of cultivated land, glass panels catching muted light. Inside, green life pressed upward in orderly abundance. He was already there. Of course he was. Mivirick inclined his head when she entered. She returned the gesture. Neither moved to close the distance immediately. For a moment, they simply walked, slow paths between growing rows, the scent of damp earth rising gently around them.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her bare skin as I took the handle. Novalee gasped. The sound was sharp, like a needle hitting bone. I grabbed the mug just as her fingers let go, preventing it from shattering across the floor. "Novalee?" I snapped. Her eyes were gone. The brown had vanished, swallowed whole by a blinding, milky white. She lunged forward, her fingers clawing into the leather of my vest like iron hooks. "Up and down, rain falls," she voiced, her tone completely flat, devoid of life. "The ground is black and the light is green. Then the sleeping queen will wake up."