The World Of My 17 Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice steady, “to run the world my own way.” 【The end】

let me go. My voice was barely a whisper now The world spun beneath my feet. Why won't things ever go my way...The next thing I saw was a black light.

The Interworld. The First Dream. The Origin Ones. The Witness. She had always felt responsible for everything. Maybe that was the connection. Maybe the Seventeenth Seal had appeared because she was approaching the same choice. Whether to carry the future alone. Or allow others to choose with her. Liana turned toward the room. Everyone was watching. She spoke clearly. "I don't know how to defeat the Witness." Nobody interrupted. "I don't know what the next world will look like." Still silence. "I don't know whether we'll win."

He handed me a wooden mug of warm tea made from real forest herbs. "Thanks," I said, taking a sip. The warm liquid settled comfortably in my stomach. "You look peaceful," Leo said, studying my face with a warm smile. "It suits you." "I feel peaceful," I admitted, looking out over the green valley. "For seventeen years, my brain felt like a house with all the windows thrown open during a hurricane. I was always terrified of what the next second would bring." "And now?" Leo asked softly. "Now, the wind has stopped," I said. "I still have dreams sometimes, but they're different now. They aren't warnings of doom anymore."

Seemingly my mother was human , in the eyes of most in this shit hole of a pack humans are the lowest of the low . I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get my wolf . I know she's there. I can feel her , I turn seventeen in two weeks . Not that we celebrate birthdays in this place , well unless it's me or Jannie the cook that bakes a cake for the younger ones . There are twenty five kids here , I am the eldest and have been here the longest . That's all I know but I can't wait to leave and explore some of the world .

The infection not happy with only part control…it wants more. It’s fighting against me for more. I take time, I cannot rush this….one wrong move on my part and I will never return. Finally ready I break out into a run, increasing to an unfathomable speed enhanced by the mutant virus. I control the mind, but it controls my body. I don’t understand the need to run, all I know is it is now freshly embedded into me, that failing to listen to this inner calling will be detrimental to me. I can’t resist this new higher calling.

I moved on finally as you know I've been trying to summon up that courage for the past year and I did it finally. So here's the thing. I'm happy. I have a new house to call mine. a new school I'm going to attend after the weekend and hopefully, after tomorrow, I'll be employed as well. And that's what makes me happy. I stood on my own two kegs and fought for myself. Okay, not fought but ran away. But sometimes it's better to run and train yourself to be stronger. Right? So that you could come back and fight. I'll go back one day and fight them. And take what is rightfully mine. But before that, I just pray to the universe that they won't find me. Cause of what they did then everything is goi

Before the window went up, I heard him say, “I won’t let you down.” On the drive back to the estate, fog was rolling over the sea. I leaned back in the rear seat, watching the blurred city lights through the window. For the first time in a long time, it felt like the city had finally quieted. Drake had fallen, Lina had gone mad, and the elders had quieted, at least for now. However, I knew the story was far from over. New York was a city filled with ambition and men who all believed that if they bit hard enough, they could wrest the throne from my hands. Yet, they forgot one thing: the throne was never something anyone could take. I had taken it, bullet by bullet, with my own hands.

Please Then the world went black.

Faye I hate rehab centres. I hate the people who work here. I hate walking through the facilities with my raging mother. I hate being the grown up. I hate watching them cuff my mother and sedate her. I hate I hate i hate everything _____________ No matter how many times I do it, I always cry in the way back to my house after dropping her at a rehab centre. I always wish the world would just swallow me whole. I wipe a tear from my blurry eyes. My phone rings again and I toss it into the back seat. Aidan needs to stop calling!