The Lost World Novels & Stories

Randall Krauft. As we move to the back entrance where they'll take me back down to the basement I remember the day we arrived here for the first time. Our pack had just been attacked, all ranked wolves were killed. Which included my parents and brother. It would include me, but we overheard a conversation before having a black bag forced over our head. "She's thirteen." It was one of the hunters. Humans who feel it's their job to rid the world of all beings they deem as "unnatural".

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

I had returned from a five-year assignment. Walking out of the airport, my heart was filled with hope that Cyra Stern would accept my proposal. However, she just stood there expressionlessly. “Neil Spencer, I’m sorry.” Before I could even register my surprise, she spoke again. “That transfer order… was my doing. “I purposely had you transferred to that remote project in the Northwest just to create space for Devin Lawrence and me. “Back then, I was pregnant with his child. I had no other choice.” A long silence followed as I bit my lip until it bled. That was five years of living hell in the Fopi Desert. They were filled with swirling sandstorms, unbearable heat, and sixteen-hour work

Jessica hurries to the table I was seated in with a worried expression. 'I don't think we're on earth' I speak first before she could even get seated. 'Yes I found the same facts although its the same calender year' 'Where are we, if not on earth?' I ask again. 'I suggest that this is a parallel universe. We might have entered it when we touched the silver wall in the tunnel.' 'So the tunnel is a portal?' I find myself speaking again.

“And they don’t know I exist?” Victor shook his head. “Not yet.” Ethan looked at the black sedan. Then at the mansion looming behind him. Everything in his life felt like it was standing on unstable ground. “If I agree, where would I go?” Ethan asked quietly. “The Cross Estate.” “That place still exists?” “ It was rebuilt in secrecy. Only the inner circle members are aware of its location.” Victor replied. Ethan exhaled slowly. “And you expect me to just walk into this life?”

They have their rifle with them anywhere they go. She saw her dad talking to a man. Jacob's dad? And he called him chief. Everyone in there calls him chief. Her dad is the leader of the group. She peeks again and looked closely making her eyes thinner. Wait, they seem familiar! She held her breath when she realized those men outside are the people who vanished from their village a long time ago. How? She walked back and forth in her room thinking. Are they werewolf hunters? Meaning to say, this place is exactly the hunter's camp she was looking for. They are not armies, they are hunters. They didn't really die, instead, they came here to hunt werewolves. Every detail she has in her mind flas

I smile and bow. What I am about to tell you, you cannot tell your mate or your human. She said. But why? I don’t like to keep secrets from little mate. I tell her. Because your little mate is a very special she-wolf and with you and Damien by her side, she will become the Queen of Queens and you and Damien will be the King of Kings. There hasn’t been a royal family in over a hundred years. Her grandparents are the lost King and Queen of the supernatural world. They will find your mate, and they will tell her the truth of who she is. She smiled at me. There was another Alpha that wanted power, he believed that the supernatural world should rule over all kind, especially humankind. He wanted

He saw the space on the island and smiled. “Now, we are back to our world” Elon chanted. Steve walked out from where he was also hiding and stood in front of Elon. “This is our world, not yours. You should go back!” He said. “The world that has been destroyed. This belong to us now. I know that the goddess has created this world for us” Steve pushed Elon with a strong force from his hand. Instead of Elon to fall on the floor, he landed on the floor in his wolf form.

she knew it, so she lured him with another offer. "Here's the thing Jon. We are going to use that to disguise ourselves as tourists. Well, we really are, but," she paused and walked closer to him. "We are going around with that, in such a way that we may be able to peek at some suites, in case we may see a sign of Vivian." He put down the cup of coffee and replied to her, "That would be a good idea." He went in, grabbed his binoculars and went with her. They enjoyed the sea, Jon was driving the jetski as Stephanie held the binoculars. They roamed around for a few minutes, giggling as they enjoyed the crystal clear blue waters. However, the fun broke when Stephanie's mood changed. "Jonathan?