Twisted Threads Novels & Stories

Jay said through clenched jaws. For the alpha I am not sure, I started, but for keilah, nothing will happen to her. Jay turned to me. What do you mean? He asked. I held up my wrist to show him a delicate thread tied around it. "She has the same around her wrist. It'll block any evil supernatural forces, like those vamps from reaching her.” It's the same thread that will guide us in and out unnoticed by the vampires. His eagerness to assist was palpable. "How can I help?" he asked, turning to me expectantly.

"The compound's heavily guarded, with thermal sensors and rotating patrols. If we rush in, we’re dead before we even reach the gate." Alessia's fingers twitched with impatience. "So we don’t rush. We ghost." Giovanni pointed to the screen. "There’s a drainage tunnel under the west wall. Old and forgotten. The Serpents only post two guards there." Matteo grimaced. "Ugh. Tunnels. They smell. And there are rats. Trauma." Nikolai slapped Matteo’s shoulder playfully. "If you keep whining, I’ll leave you behind as bait."

Eleanor's eyes locked onto Lucas, tears spilling with rapid velocity as she struggled to stand right, her head throbbing and her body felt weak. But none of that matters because she had to find her sons "What do you mean the twins are missing?" he asked her, his voice laced with confusion. As she watched him drop the fry pan he was holding, gently removing his apron and gesturing for the maids in the kitchen to exit “And why are you up and about”

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?

she said politely as she nervously twisted her fingers together. “Isn't it such a chore?” I blurted out. But it was too late to take it back. Somehow I was going to take advantage of this opportunity to let out my frustration. Venting to my maid wasn't going to solve the problem in any way but at some point, it was at least nice to have someone who was willing to listen. She wasn't going to understand half of what I was saying which was another added advantage but at the same time, it felt good to just let it all out.

He wasn't looking at the machine; he was looking at the First Thread—a massive, vertical pillar of silver-oil that stretched from the bottom of the abyss to the heights of the Centennial Sanctuary. "That’s the Thread of the Square, Darlene," Jackson-crow spoke, his constellation-form shimmering with a cold, golden light. "It’s the anchor of the nineteenth cycle. It’s the memory of the night Jackson turned his back on you, codified into a Universal Constant. As long as that thread remains unbroken, the 'Rejection' is the law of the world".

' thump thump thump ' I don't feel in control anymore, I'm no longer thinking just feeling and all I can feel is her. In the background I can vaguely hear someone talking, but I don't hear exactly what they are saying because my brain is to focused on all of the sensations. "Ad-adri" I hear someone softly mumble, but I ignore them. I start to gently bite her neck marking her as mine. "Aaah..Adri you're-" I hear again "I want silence" I reply annoyed, my brain feeling really foggy...damn how much did I drink.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.