The Thin Red Line Novels & Stories

he says. "I know," I say. He hands the knife back to me, handle first. "Keep it," he says. "Next time, aim for the throat." Outside, the moon is rising—two days from full, heavy and pregnant with light. But in the portrait room, surrounded by the faces of women who had not been allowed to choose, I feel something shift. The bloodline is not a curse, I realize. It is a question. And for the first time, I am ready to answer it on my own terms.

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

So anytime we took pictures together, it was with our backs turned or have some or all of my face hidden. While we are sitting and talking about the movie the bartender hands us our drinks when Allie notices a tattoo on the wrist of the bartender. “Hey guys she whispers, did you see his tattoo on his wrist,” I look over at Melanie she shakes her head “No,” I look back at Allie “No, we didn't know what did it look like,” She gets her phone out and looks it up. “Yeah, here it is the skull with a dagger through the head with wings,” She says as she shows us the picture. “Omg I’m going to be sick,” I try to say as I start dry heaving. “We gotta go,” I hurriedly typed a message to the police deta

His knuckles were white against the plastic. "Enlighten us," he murmured, his eyes searching mine with a dark, punishing intensity. "When the narrator finally stops resisting, when he lets that 'thin ice' break... what is he actually looking for? Is it a release? Or is he just looking for someone to finally take the choice out of his hands?"

Jason, the pack's healer, had rushed over and saw with horror the flat lines on the machines. "His body is shutting down! ," shouted a voice from the side. Outside, the howling of the Red Moon wolves could be heard.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

he murmured. He reached out, fingers brushing the edge of my jaw. The contact was light, but it sent a shiver through me. He tilted my chin up, and I obeyed, though my pulse jumped against his fingertips. His thumb lingered there for a moment before he began applying the ointment, slow, careful, almost reverent. The coolness of the cream stung against the bruised skin, but I didn’t flinch. I just watched him, the steady furrow of his brows, the way his mouth tightened slightly when he saw a darker mark.

I had been bound hand and foot, forced to watch helplessly as Senna pulled on rubber gloves and cut me open. Blood poured out of me. I screamed until my throat gave out, but she just smiled, looking soft and tender the entire time. "Don't be scared. It'll be over soon." "Something happened to Corbin?"

“Summer, this must be a chaotic introduction to the spotlight for you. What do you have to say to those who think Jaxson’s temper makes him a liability on the ice?" The camera red light blinked at her like a demonic eye. Summer felt the collective gaze of hundreds of students watching from the courtyard perimeters. She saw Sarah Sterling standing behind the director, giving her an encouraging nod. Summer swallowed the lump of pride in her throat. She looked at Mark, then she looked up at Jaxson. Up close, she could see a faint, tiny scar just above his left eyebrow. She could see the slight tension in his jaw, the silent plea in his amber eyes. He wasn't just acting—he was fighting for his l

Then the line went dead. The beeping of the disconnected call became my final requiem. Behind me, a chilling voice whispered, "Caught you." I screamed and begged for help. But the only response was cold steel plunging into my throat. As the darkness swallowed me, Gavin's face was the last thing in my mind. "Gavin, it hurts so much." … Night fell. Gavin stayed late at work, painstakingly stitching me back into something resembling human form. By the time he clocked out, it had started drizzling. He had no umbrella, so he stood beneath the eaves and waited for the rain to stop.