The Long Road Novel Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to relax before starting my new life. I went on a short trip with my friend, and when I came back a few days later, I realized my email inbox was nearly full. When I opened it, I found that every message was from Samantha. Since I had blocked her everywhere else, she had apparently been forced to use an old email account she had not touched in years. I clicked on one at random and saw a document attached. It was a long apology letter from Samantha. The writing was childish and almost laughable, full of shallow regrets and empty promises that did nothing to move me.

The road taught me what I was when there was no one left to decide it for me. Three days of it. A stolen car, then a bus, then a second car bought with cash from a human lot, moving north and west toward the Moonless Sanctuary by the crooked, careful routes a hunted woman learns. Luca slept across the back seat in his blanket, half-wolf, his too-fast heart a metronome I checked against the shard of my own wolf inside him every hour, on the hour, the way I'd once checked a hospital monitor.

“Cy. Cy! Come here!” Speeding up his walk, he ended up sitting beside his friend as well. Then she showed him the book in her hand. “What is that?” Hera licked her lips before answering the query. “I saw this book in one of the stacks that the club was giving the freshmen.” “You liked it?” “No, it’s not because of that,” Hera answered. “It was written by a student from this school.” Learning that information, Cyril got a little interested in the book. Not because it was written by a student from the school but because the title seemed to be hiding something about the writer.

He knew what needed to be done and was getting it all done. " We all trust you son." Alpha Jackson clapped him on the back with pride in his eyes. Whatever was coming was going to be met with a force to be reckoned with. Firstly I needed to help Venus on her journey. I had a feeling we would be taking the path less traveled, and it wasn't going to be easy.

There was a guard shack, and man in uniform stepped out to greet us. Dad rolled down the window on the driver's side, and the guard lowered him self to peer in with a smile on his face. "Good evening your majesty! Go on in, the other alphas have already arrived. Stay on the main road that runs through the center of the pack housing. At the top of the hill you will see the Alpha Marcus's mansion."

Rowan occupied the seat behind her, and Dean sat by the opposite window, studying the passing forest. The road followed the Columbia for long stretches. The river appeared and disappeared between the trees, sometimes close enough to glimpse sunlight dancing across the water. Other times, it vanished completely behind hills and thick evergreen growth. For a while,e no one spoke much. The road itself demanded attention. Several abandoned vehicles blocked sections of pavement, forcing detours and slow navigation. Every mile reminded them how quickly the world had fallen apart. By late morning, they reached the outskirts of the town. The first thing Evelyn noticed was how normal it looked. The s

The blood is mine. The men are mine. The road just got longer, darker, and a whole lot wetter. And somewhere behind us, a new war is already starting.

My name is Christian Chambers. I was a long-haul truck driver. In this line of work, once a person was out on a run, he would be gone from home for 10 days to up to half a month at a time. You would eat, drink, and sleep in the truck. After a while, your desires would get pent up. The frustration got unbearable as you would not even have time to relieve yourself. That day, I was doing a long-haul run on the Sicherian-Timbre Highway when I met a young couple halfway along the journey.

I didn’t realize badass biker men did that kind of thing. Booker climbed in beside me and started the engine while I buckled up. He didn’t say anything as he guided the truck away from Arbor Lodge and I took a moment to take in his ride. It was new with all the bells and whistles, so to speak. Leather seats, wood inlay, and a kick-ass stereo system… at least it looked like a kick-ass stereo system. It was currently off. About ten minutes passed and I had about all the silence I could handle. “Your real name’s not Booker, is it?” He glanced at me and shook his head before focusing on the road again. “Are you going to tell me your real name?”

They were going to steal our acceptance letters and take our place in Greatpeak University. But when they saw us, John's brain stopped working for a moment. Christina was sallow and barely had any flesh on her bones. Her eyes were sunken and nearly dropping out of their sockets. Still, she was glaring at us with venom in her gaze. She ordered, "Don't just stand there! Beat them down, and we get the acceptance letters! When we leave this dump and get into Greapeak, we can do anything we want!" John charged ahead, ready for battle. Zacharias pulled me behind him. I snapped my fingers, then out came the village chief, the captain, and everyone else. They'd been hiding in the grass.