They Keep Pulling Me Back In Novels & Stories

Pulling back. It feels like a breath leaving a body. I do not know if that is good. I do not know if that is bad. “I do not know where this comes from,” I whisper. “I do not know why I know.” The pull fades, but it does not disappear. It coils. Waiting. And I know, deep in my chest, that next time, it will be louder. And earlier.

I muttered. But neither of them relaxed. Because they could feel it too. Not the connection itself— The change. Ronan studied me carefully. “It returned.” Not a question. I exhaled slowly. “Yes.” Kael frowned immediately. “What returned?” “The pull,” I answered quietly. Neither man spoke for a moment. Then Kael swore under his breath. “That thing in the forest?” Ronan nodded once. Kael looked even less pleased. “That’s not concerning at all.” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, trying to steady myself.

It was as if something was calling to me, beckoning me closer. I tried to ignore it, to focus on getting out of the chaos, but the pull grew stronger, more insistent, until I couldn’t resist it any longer. I stopped, turning to look back at the swirling storm behind us, and felt a strange sense of déjà vu wash over me. I had seen this before. I had been here before. “Sera, what are you doing?” Mia shouted, grabbing my arm. “We have to keep moving!” But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t look away. The pull was too strong, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

She felt herself being pulled backwards. “Here we go! Hang on, sunshine!” he shouted in her ear. His arms were like steel groups around her. A drive grasped her around the center and she shouted as she was pulled backwards. Brock’s thunder joined her as he was pulled along with her, the as it were thing holding her to him being his claim drive of will. Together, they tumbled into the haziness.

the Alpha’s system complete again. “No.” The word came out raw. Immediate. because that wasn’t happening. not after everything. not when he was right there. the pull intensified. dragging me backward. trying to return me to the unstable space. to the broken field. to the place where I could survive. but survival wasn’t the point anymore. not without him.

I don’t know what it is, but it almost feels like they know me. Footsteps get louder and louder behind me, but I don’t dare to stop or turn around. There’s no use asking them not to follow me. They never listen. “Sarah, wait!” No. Absolutely fucking not. I keep going…until a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back hard.

Anger blazed hot in my chest as I tried to keep the lycan beast at bay. I haven’t felt this pull from him since my 18th birthday, and I will not allow history to repeat itself! “Kai! Kai, where are you?!” I hear the voice of Konstantin coming through our shared link. “Kon, I’m… I’m losing control. I can’t… his pull is too strong!” I breathe out, falling to the ground on all fours. If I shift now, I know he would have me in his grip. “I’m struggling to keep… struggling to hold him back, I-”

Strength is coming back to me, and I’m almost ready to take over… almost. I suck in a breath as I feel a sharp pull. I push forward and look through my human’s eyes, but I don’t see anything. The pull gets sharper, and I’m trying to fight against it. It feels like something is trying to sever my tie with my human, and I don’t know how that can be. I feel weaker, the pull feels stronger, and I’m losing my grasp on the reality that I’m used to. What is this?! What’s happening?! Human?! There’s nothing, no response. I can barely feel his presence. ARES?!

he said. His gaze returned to me one last time. “When you’re ready for the truth…” The pull inside me tightened. “…you’ll come to us.” And just like that they stepped back. Not running. Not retreating in fear. Just… leaving. Like they had already achieved what they came for. The moment they disappeared into the forest The pull weakened. Not gone. But quieter. Distant. My knees nearly gave out. Kael caught me instantly. “Easy.” I clung to him without thinking, my breath uneven.

they had just tossed aside. If they wanted to call me trash, so be it. I would leave with the one thing no one could take from me—my dignity. So, I said nothing as I returned the master access card and stepped outside. The winter night air hit me, nearly turning my face to ice. I hugged my coat closer and glanced up at the 15th and 16th floors, their windows glowing against the cold. I joined Whitlock Capital Group with hope in my breast five years ago.