The Unbreakable Walking Stick Novels & Stories

He made a strange sound, speaking in Gaelic again probably, and muttering to himself. “I was asking what you were doing alone in the woods,” he explained, while he surprisingly quickly got himself loose. He got up and walked towards me. This was when I realized that if he wanted to hurt me, I was utterly screwed. Unless I used his size against him, he would be able to crush me in a matter of seconds! The guy was easily 6"2. Broad-shouldered and with arms the size of tree logs, the man looked like he ate boulders for breakfast. Next to this Redwood, I was a mere toothpick!

The files sat untouched. Every day, I find myself getting drawn deeper into him. This little star that provides illumination to others while wallowing in darkness himself. Slowly, he got up. It took three tries. He picked up his hockey stick like it was the only thing keeping him upright. I adjusted my position, hiding properly, out of his way, back to the shadows. He walked past with a slight limp, each step careful, stopping briefly to retrieve his jacket and shoes from the floor. He didn’t put the jacket on. Just carried it.

Her smile was soft, composed, perfectly measured. “An emotional backlash,” she said lightly, addressing the crowd before anyone else could. “The Moon resists sudden severance. It happens.” The elders exchanged uncertain glances. I was still kneeling where the guards had left me. The bond throbbed faintly in my chest , not broken, not gone. Just… buried. Alpha Xander did not look at me. One of the elders frowned. “It should have severed.” Xander’s jaw tightened, “And it did!” A small pause, “Remove her,” he ordered.

"After the four of us knock him out, the doctors here can help him." "You," Unstoppable groans, apparently recognizing us. Stomping on the ground, he then reaches down and pulls out a giant piece of concrete, pieces of rebars sticking out. "Oh no," JumpStart says. "Oh boy," Ms. Justice comments. "Watch out," SpeedBlade screams, all of us running out of the way as Unstoppable tosses the piece of concrete. The concrete hitting the railing we were standing on breaks into two pieces and the four of us drop down onto the ground floor.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have lost now. You know, he was a sneak attack, but he was hit so hard. "You are very strong, but the eldest lady said I would break your leg." Then he picked up a stick from the ground, and the whole person's momentum changed. Allen Peterson's lightness also disappeared. It can be seen that the other party is a good hand with a stick or gun. "You are such a scoundrel! You are so careful when dealing with me, an ordinary person." "Ordinary people? You'tre not ordinary people."

He pulled himself up the steep embankment using a low-hanging branch. Instead of following immediately, I glanced around the thicket. A few feet away, a sturdy ash sapling had split under the weight of the heavy snow, leaving two straight, thick branches hanging low. I stepped over, grabbing the thickest branch, and braced my foot against the trunk to snap it free. It broke with a sharp CRACK, giving me a solid, waist-high walking stick to brace against the icy slope. I reached for the second branch to make one for Darius, but as I snapped the frozen wood, a sharp, jagged splinter sliced deep across the palm of my hand.

***Beatrice – two weeks ago The bottom of my walking stick nudged at the lifeless body, splayed between blood splattered rocks at the base of the mountain. The body had hardened and set into a horrifying state of rigor mortis. Limbs twisted backwards as bone shards broke through his dirt and blood-stained skin, bits of rock embedded into the mangled remains. He couldn’t have been here too long; otherwise, the forest locals would have taken him for parts by now.

Anything. My eyes scanned the cell again, flickering from the loose patch of stone in the corner to— There. A broken stick—thin, long enough, maybe strong enough. I crawled over to it, my limbs trembling, my fingers barely working as I reached out. “Come on,” I whispered. “Just… a little closer…” I finally got hold of it and shuffled back to the cell door. My fingers trembled as I shoved the stick into the lock, awkwardly twisting, hoping something would catch.

I had no wolf to help fight. I looked around the opening for something to use in defense and I finally saw a large stick over three inches thick in diameter. I willed my body to move and finally my feet began to move and I snatched the stick up with my foot I kicked the end breaking it off to a point and ran towards the two huge beings fighting.

he bowed "Carter," I bowed back. "How is the rogue?" "Rogue? Do you mean miss Bennet? She seems ok. I removed the acid foot bath and gave her some water. I take it Martin didn't know who she was when she crossed the border." I felt all the colour drain from my face. I had never told anyone Lucy was my mate. MOTHER FUCKING HELL. I raced to the end of the corridor, busting the door off of its hinges. Lucy was laying on the floor naked face down. Martin whipped her and her body was covered in blisters from the wolfsbane.