The Overstory Novels & Stories

My little brother has gotten a lot stronger these last two years. I look around…The kitchen island is set up like a buffet, with trays full of a variety of foods, some on warming plates. The tables are full of werewolves, mostly young unmated wolves and Drake’s elite warriors, they are talking and joking amongst themselves and the atmosphere is generally jovial. As I sit his raspy voice hits me “Welcome to the Alpha table, Alpha Azalea! You will notice both the placement of our table and the fact that we have chairs not benches and no one sits across from us, make it stand out. After dinner, or sometimes during, people often come up and stand opposite us and make reports or pleas . I do what

said the old woman. There was a dingy old barn-like building, with an enormously portioned steeple sticking up straight into heaven, it was so high and the cause of nearly as much confusion in its day. This steeple, it must be understood, was an afterthought, and its addition to the main edifice, when the latter had already begun to decay, had excited a vehement quarrel, and almost a schism in some fifty years before. Here the road wound down a hill and was seen no more, the remotest object in view being the graveyard gate, beyond the meetinghouse of ogrism in the deep intense of the forest, eight miles beyond a deepest river in that forest. For several moments they had not spoken, because t

But the next second, the steward stepped out from the shadows and blocked the door completely. Adrian threw his head back and laughed. "How naive you are. Did you think it was a coincidence that you walked through the princess's residence so smoothly and found me here? I've moved through this place like a fish in water. Did it never occur to you that I had help in the shadows? "Today, Gideon Frost and that annoying little thing are dead. Now you've thrown yourselves into my net. How perfect." Adrian bared his teeth and thrust forward. There was no trace of his usual weakness.

This was nothing compared to what he'd planned for the woman of his dreams and she was finally here. "She's not yours yet—" his mind dared to chip in, but he shrugged it off. As long as she's nobody's either, he's going to win her back. "Wait. How long am I going to be here?" she turned to him after taking the view in. The furniture gleamed gold. A magnificent floor to ceiling glass wall stood at the end that overlooked the city. They were in the hotel's presidential suite and at the topmost floor. Far away from the chaos and noise.

I closed my eyes as I baked in the sun, letting my smooth skin get the perfect level of tan. These last four months had been the best of my life. When I got Callum to work at the same firm that I did and I became his assistant, the bosses had a lot of doubts. From what Callum told me, they had sincerely begged him to reconsider, but he stood pat. His father-in-law, more than any of them, seemed the wariest of me. He did not even want to be in my presence, as if he thought I was poisonous. I could feel the distaste for me coming from all the higher-ups, but despite their doubts, our work spoke for itself.

Isabella's heart soared with joy, though she still said, "That doesn't seem right. If Giulia finds out, she'll be angry again." "I want her to know that what she doesn't treasure, someone else will!" … After Isabella moved into the villa, she gradually erased every trace of me from the house. "These photos, throw them all in the basement. I don't want to see a single one. These decorations are too ugly. They lower the villa's standards. Replace them all! Dig up all the roses in the rose garden and replace them with jasmine!" When Dante questioned her, she explained thoughtfully, "Changing the style lifts the mood. As for the photos on the walls, I was worried the clumsy maids might damage th

Blurted Tiffany with a look of dread. "What happened?" Asked Alan with a frown, he really hates delays and sudden cancelations. "The weather isn't good, the pilots said we can't fly tomorrow because they are expecting a storm. They said the weather should be clearer by the day after, so I suppose we'll leave then" explained Rafael, those stupid pilots informed him late about this news but then they would wait, they have to since they have no other choice left. Alan didn't say anything and just leaned back on his seat, shutting his eyes. Another day of torture, he thought. "No! That can't happen! We have to leave by tomorrow!" she started to whine. "You heard the man, the weather is bad so st

"Matthew said, ''There is a valley in the east port called Oakville, Oakville is the best place for users to start over however Oakville is far from the nearest town we will be complete by our self in the woods. if something would happen we have no choice but to hand it the self that might cause a problem for us I am just not sure what to do. "Matthew said, '' This upcoming winter I am not sure if we should do that, "Matthew said,

"I'll be fine, okay? I'm Brayden Nicholas, dammit. And it's two years, Chloe. We still have time." "And the interview?" "It'll just be a week." He assured me. "The interview will be a piece of cake. Seriously. I can do it." "I know you can." I smiled. "Oh, did you hear? We have an A- for our literature assignment! I mean, the minus is no shock but the A is new to me!" "Really?" He laughed again. "Well, looks like killing one of the main characters actually paid off." "Yeah..." I agreed. "Although I feel guilty. Imagine if that happens to us."

The night grew lonely. In the dark sky covered the moon in half. As if silent, waiting for the ruler's fate. Only the moon is alone in silence, without any stars to accompany it. The sound of nature in the breeze is singing deep solemnity. The sound of the wind rustled softly again, accompanied by snowflakes touching the young leaves that looked frozen, while the falling snowflakes fell to the ground, were swept away again and continued to be swept away by the night wind, again repeating itself in a cycle of time that seemed increasingly shorter.