Thirteen Synopsis Novels & Stories

FUCK KALVIN FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART Gently cleaning the obvious chaos in his room, mind only partly there because every tick of the clock was winding me tighter. The ache between my legs had turned vicious. Dirty scenes kept flashing through my head like I was the main character in some low-budget p**n shoot—except this wasn’t scripted, and I wasn’t getting paid.

Out of curiosity, Lars levitated to grab it. "What is it?" Sophia asked. "I don't know, it's a... book." It was a red covered notebook, containing names, dates, a picture and short profiles. There were a mix of men and women with different ages and professions. Lars wasn't sure what these meant until he showed it to Sophia. She seemed to recognize some of the faces in the book, and it made her horrified of something. "These are... deceased Scions." Lars could felt his heart stopped. "W - What? Are you sure?"

So, the signs were ignored and now we were up shit-creek without a paddle. "Envision it wrapping around your bones. Feel it settle into your blood. Breathe through the heat. Let it become one with you." I carried on, still keenly aware of Harland's eyes on me. He must have known where the words came from. That he had said them to me when I needed him the most. I was thirteen and scared shitless. But he was there in the same way I was here for Ulrich. "Don't be afraid of it. Wrap a gentle palm around it and bring it towards you. Pull it softly. Slowly. Let it become part of your soul."

He was being cast an illusion every time his eyes met those of that woman. He immediately turned his gaze to Nero, sensing a wild aura emanating from the man. The aura was ancient as if it belonged to an ancient dragon. Thirteen exhaled a sigh. His heart was filled with turmoil. He could feel another aura coming from behind him, but no matter how many times he looked, he failed to see the person. "Forget about it. I didn't come here to fight you all. Thirteen is my name. I've arrived here on orders." The tension was released as soon as Thirteen said that, relieving the pressure from the two domains.

As my heart sped up, my breathing grew uneven. I opened my eyes and looked at them. "Like this. My heart races so fast it hurts. There’s this buzzing in my head, and then… I’m not really clear anymore. By the time I came back to myself, I was already in police custody." Dr. Martin made a few notes and exchanged a few quiet words with the male doctor, Dr. Ashton Byrne. Then she stood up and said to the officer beside her, "Preliminary assessment: her symptoms are consistent with intermittent explosive disorder. She was likely in an active episode at the time, with significantly reduced impulse control."

Claire's gaze dropped, and when she saw our intertwined fingers, her eyes widened. "Nathan, who is she?" I didn't answer. Fiona stepped forward and confronted her directly. "I'm his wife. What exactly are you yelling about here?" Claire's entire body stiffened. It was as though she'd been struck by lightning. She tried to rush toward me, but Fiona blocked her path. Claire's body tensed up, then she swung her hand toward Fiona. "You stole my man! I'll kill you!" The slap landed squarely across Fiona's face. Then Fiona let out a cold laugh and lunged forward like a lioness, the two women instantly devolving into a physical brawl.

He was thirteen now and taller than he had been in the Crestfall holding room and he moved with the ease of someone who had stopped waiting for the ground to disappear beneath him and had decided it was solid. He looked up at the balcony. He saw me and waved with the casualness of someone who saw the person he was waving at every day and was waving because he wanted to, not because it was required. I waved back. Thorian's arms were warm around me and the alliance building was lit up on the eastern edge of the territory and somewhere in the pack house Soren and Nadia were probably already in the hospital wing starting the day's work and Cole and Eliana were two hours away in the mountains and

“And they gave me a preview of what it would feel like to lose you three…” The three shared a look before Zion reached out, his arms wrapping snug around her form. His warmth was so familiar now, something she did not want to go without, and she felt even more determined to remain by his side. By all their sides. Gunther’s slightly callused hands wrapped around hers, and Silas kept stroking her head, slowly calming her racing heart. The God said she needed to accept this world, and though her brain had not, her heart already had. Catherine’s love for the three men surpassed anything she ever experienced on Earth. A sigh parted her lips, and she leaned further against Zion’s broad chest.

But would they help me protect Orion and seek revenge? I roamed around the library, picking out books from several different sections. A hefty stack was piled in one arm by the time I’d finished—for now—and I narrowed my selection down to three. No pleasure reading this time, I was on a mission. One was a text on abnormal supernatural biology. Another covered the mythology of chimeras, strange creatures featuring numerous animal and human parts. The last was a history of dark witches. After stashing the remaining books on a side table, I climbed back up to the third floor and eased into the hall. The corridor was empty and quiet except for… Was that music?