The Long Walk Kindle Novels & Stories

Naa Larley pressed, leading her friend towards a secret walkway. Louisa really didn't know if she should be scared or relieved that there were secret eyes watching them but she decided to let go of her fears and trust her friend. The two women got to a small doorway... what was probably the backdoor to the bar and grill. Before them stood the burliest man Louisa had ever laid eyes on, and he had the most intimidating look on his face. "Pass sentence?" He asked causing Louisa's eyes to widen in confusion. Naa Larley answered. "The leprechaun is in motion."

She saw freedom stitched into sequins and dreams that stretched beyond the horizon. Her throat tightened. Could she really do it? Could a girl from Umuaka truly step into that world? She lifted the heavy pot onto her head and began the long walk home. The road was uneven, dust clinging to her ankles, but each step carried the rhythm of determination. The chatter of women, the laughter of children, the creak of cart wheels — all of it blurred into a distant hum. Promise focused only on the sound of her own breathing, as though the world itself was daring her to endure its weight.

POV: Amira Cross The cold cut deeper than any blade. It chewed through the flesh on my feet, gnawed at the bones in my fingers, and sank into my lungs like a death sentence. Snow whispered around me like ghosts laughing, while blood—mine—streaked the white beneath me in crimson trails. I didn’t know how many days I had been walking rather did I know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stop. Not until I collapsed or disappeared.

One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you." My throat tightened. Six years ago, I walked away from the lab that could have stopped this. Today, I walk back. Palm fronds whispered. Dust stirred, kissing the worn leather of my boots. The tarmac shimmered under 40°C—a heat meant to blister. Yet my skin only warmed. Gentle. Familiar. True. I am a daywalker. I always was. The humanity in my blood never faded. Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.”

But today, there was nothing. Suddenly, a notification popped up. He quickly tapped on it, only to find it was a newsletter subscription. Nathan's gaze turned cold. Finally, he messaged me. [Still mad?] [I already sent the heart donor back. I contacted the best doctors.] Still no reply from the other side. Nathan's fingers whitened from squeezing the phone. He smirked and sent a photo. It showed him holding a sleeping Chloe. Chloe was completely naked, her body covered in bruises and hickeys.

"Always. And he will keep walking as long as there are wolves who need to feel it." I walked to the edge of the village that night, the stars scattered across the black sky like cold, distant fires. The air was sharp and still, the ground hard beneath my feet. The wind had died, leaving a silence so complete that I could hear the beating of my own heart. I did not watch the road. I stood, breathing, letting the cold fill my lungs and the quiet settle around me. The shadow was still out there. But the fire was still burning. --- END OF CHAPTER 109

I was drowning myself in sorrow when my dad snapped me out of the trans, with the simple - we are here. It was late around 3 or 4 am I stepped out of the car and looked around. I recognize the house from some old pictures we have, it is well kept and a classic two-story house. White paneling, blue wooden doors, not a large front porch, a white wooden fence with the exit directly to the street.

It was as if she was talking to her child, telling the child for the fourth time that the fire they were playing with would burn them. I didn’t like it. I huffed, marching out the gates. “Like hell I will,” I muttered under my breath. I didn’t know how long I had been walking for, I could not remember the turns I made or the paths I took. All I knew was that I was lost. I stumbled, tripping over my own feet as I made a turn down a dark path which opened up into a huge square, brimming with old brick structures and spitting labourers.

The power in my voice was so absolute that even the most terrified survivor stood up. We began the march. It was a sight that the North had never seen and would never forget. Ten thousand people, half-starved and freezing, walking through a blizzard that should have killed them in minutes. But they weren't dying. I walked at the front, and everywhere I stepped, the snow melted instantly, leaving a path of steaming, black earth. The Blood-Gold light from my body acted as a beacon, a warm sun that traveled with us, keeping the frost at bay.

I could hear them laughing, their voices getting smaller and smaller until the night was quiet again. I lay there for what felt like hours. Every breath I took hurt, a sharp reminder of where Max’s boots had landed. Eventually, the cold of the pavement seeped into my skin, forcing me to move. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, shaking uncontrollably. I found my bag nearby and gripped the strap. My hands wouldn't stop trembling as I slung it over my shoulder. I started the long walk home. A few people passed me on the street. I saw a woman in a long coat and an older man carrying a briefcase. They looked at me, and for a second, I saw it in their eyes—pity.