Watney Novels & Stories

hold it open for Ravan as he entered inside while one of his other guard got him a stool to sit on in front of vivan who was currently unconscious because of all the beating he had received seeing which ravan simple gesture his men’s with a nod to make vivan sober, upon which both of his guards brought two bucket of cold salty water and harshly threw them on Vivan face and body, making him scream like some insane person as his wounded body started burning with salty water “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… HAAA…. AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….” Vivan kept on screaming and wriggling until he saw two sharp eagle like eyes focused on him seeing which he quickly tried and composed himself with heavy breaths, he tried

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

The sickness coils around me like a living entity, whispering in my mind. You have eight hours left, Sera. Heratte’s voice slithers through my consciousness. I swallow the bile rising in my throat and answer with a single word. Fine. I force my legs forward, stumbling through the dense forest. I don’t know where I’m going—there is no destination. Only away. Far enough that Logan won’t be in danger when I lose control. Time blurs. The sun is already sinking when I finally stop, drawn by the sound of rushing water. But it’s not a stream—it’s a cliff, overlooking a waterfall that glows under the dying light. The sky burns with hues of crimson and gold. The sight is breathtaking.

Charlotte POV Waking up groggy I walked to the kitchen for some water, yawning. I open the fridge and grab a bottle, opening it and taking a few sips. The sun isn’t up yet and I still have a lot of work to do on my car, I still haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong with it. When I first got it I took it apart and put it back together so I’d know everything about it, so when days like this came along I wouldn’t have this issue. However I’m stumped. I put in a new battery, changed the spark plugs, breaks, tires, everything I could with what I had around the house. Gramps offered for me to use his car to go to the store, which I plan on doing when the sun comes up. He said they went out

Ana has to rescue me from one waterwolf who is all but sitting in my lap rubbing against me. The waterwolf (Tina? Bettina? Trina?) is really pretty and sweet. I admit that I was enjoying the attention. But mostly I was embarrassed. I'm male, I'm nearly twenty-one and I've been separated from my true love for four years. Can you even imagine how hard that is? Ana has little sympathy. "Your face!" she keeps saying, then bursting into laughter till the tears are running down her face, "Mr I-defeated-a-giant-but-turn-to-jelly-with-the-girls."

One human and the other a member of my pack, I don’t remember their name, but I recognize their scent and face. “Sorry to wake you, Mister Logan,” the human greeted. “Morning, trooper. Something I can help you with?" I asked, falling into character “I’m Trooper Shadow, and this is Trooper Bryant. We received a report of an attack on a couple of campers not far from your cabin last night,” the human spoke up. Bryant. I looked at my pack member, and now I remembered him. David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt.

A smug crooked smirk slipped onto his face in victory as he leaned away. "Who do you think you are?" I spat in his face. He chuckled once without humor. "Miller. Darby Miller." He then turned and sauntered off into the woods, his gun in his hand. He hollered for his men and they followed quickly. My hands were trembling in anger. I hope that they found the wolf and it ripped them apart. Him especially. I stared daggers into Darby's back until I could see it no longer. What else could I do? Chase after them and stop them? How would I do that? One guy with his army of what looked like twenty. It was just me. Even though I couldn't stop them now, maybe I could help the wolf later. I sprinted to

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

Dave warned his little sister, walking away. "I'd never allow Loki to treat me like that." She whispered walking to her room. Needing a drink, Lucas headed to a bar in Lunari lands, Lucas was on his 3rd whiskey. His eyes burning into his drink, as if it would burst into flames at his will. Anyone who walked by and looked at him, could see the gears in his head turning, and left him alone, aside from one wolf, a ghost wolf from his past and present, left him alone.