Twisted Falls Novels & Stories

Her kidnapping and this battle against evil had ripped apart how he saw the world, and the pieces hadn’t yet settled back into place. The light spilling through the open door of the sanctuary had a blue cast to it. Part of the left wall and its stained- glass windows had been destroyed by the tornado; relief workers had covered the gap with blue plastic tarps. The path of the twister had taken a hit-or-miss route all the way through the town, then up the valley to completely decimate the top of Hades Mountain. The Falls Resort, Cinatas’s stronghold of demons and vampires, had been leveled. And the mushrooming black cloud of demonic power that had hovered over Twilight for the past two weeks

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

The way the thin lines of water came out of it, just to accumulate in the water in the base of fountain itself is magnificent. I turned back to look at the whole building and my mouth opened on its own. One word, no two actually. Very tall. * * *

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

Clarissa groaned in mortification as Archer rushed over to her. "Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Do you need to see the doctor?" Archer rushed out, his green eyes staring down at her with concern swimming in them. "I-I-I..." Clarissa stuttered but no other words agreed to leave her lips as she gaped at him. To save herself from further embarrassment, Clarissa took off towards the hotel entrance but slipped and fell quickly to the ground. Shutting her eyes tight, she mentally prepared herself for the fall. She almost hugged the snow once again when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her waist.

She asked in a sarcastic tone, making me laugh and I lifted her off the couch. "Wh--What are you doing, Nate?" she gasped in shock. "Time to explore some other places in your apartment." I smirked, making my way upstairs and she held on to my neck tightly. "I'll kill you if you drop me, Nate. I'm scared of heights." She started to freak out as I kept climbing up the stairs. "I've got you, baby girl." I winked, kissing her lips. The rest of the night went by blissfully perfect and I realised how much I craved her with every passing second. She was like a drug and I honestly couldn't get enough of her.

Eventually I spotted Igor, the son of my fathers friend Rocco (and my♡crush) across the street with his friends. They were standing under one of the many balconies overlooking the French Quarter. The Streets themselves were teeming with people embracing the spirit of carnival and I breifly gazed across the other side of the road, trying to mentally map out a route through the maze of half-drunk party goers. I struggled to make my way to the other side of the street. Carefully trying to avoid all of the parades floats and dancers. All of sudden the loud horn of a car jolted me back, causing me to knock into a float and fall down.

I must find a way out here before these people kill me! Suddenly, the atmosphere went silent. I took a deep breath and tried to sense the presence around me, but I could only hear the crickets and the noise coming from the trees' swaying branches. Trying to hold my balance, I crawl towards splashing water, which I assume is a waterfall not far from where I am. "Ahhh!" I startled when someone aggressively pulled my hair, causing me to twist in pain! "Do you really think you can outsmart me, Luna?!" A man pulled me closer to his body and strangled me as he whispered in my ears. I can smell his stinky breath and sweat!

As they got in line to get on 'The Twister', a roller coaster that had several corkscrew twists and had their feet dangle in mid-air, Dillon continued to tell him about it. "See how there's two of the same loop? It's 'cause first, it takes you backwards slowly and drops you forward. Then when you get to the end of the track, it takes you forward slowly and drops you backwards- it's crazy dude, it's the best coaster. It has some of everything for everyone: upside-down loops, turns, height, corkscrews; speed, intensity, shit! It's awesome," he said as the line moved forward pretty quickly. "It's best to do it at night 'cause the coaster is all lit up and it looks better. Better view of the boa

There was no staircase leading downstairs but…. She didn't let herself think about the height. She gripped the stone railing so tight her knuckles went white, and swung her legs over the edge. The stone was hot under her palms. The fabric of her dress hitched up her thighs as she found a foothold in the twisted vines. Her bare toes stung as they scraped against the rough wall, but she kept moving, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. Halfway down, a vine snapped. She let out a choked sound, her fingers clawing at the wall until she found a new grip. She hung there for a second, her chest heaving, looking down at the drop.