Wild Bill From Green Mile Novels & Stories

All I knew was I had to get away from the creature chasing me. Michelle's voice, a thin thread through the chaos, whispered in the wind, words lost in the rushing blood in my ears. Was she pleading with me? Calling my name? The earth beneath my feet gave way, sending me sprawling onto the forest floor. Scrambling to my feet, I turned, heart hammering against my ribs, to face it.

From this day on I no longer have a father, he is dead to me. “ Mileena we need to shift, and get going before we bump into the rouges” I nodded within a minute I shifted into my white wolf, while my mother shifted into her grey wolf. From there we grab our bags with our mouth and took off running with looking back.

"That won't happen, Kat, I won't let it." The fire eventually burned itself out as the hybrids slept away their pain and fear. Light seeped in from the crack in the wall, waking Wild from his slumber. He could hear the drip drip of water outside, letting him know the rain had let up. He could also hear the voices of people. A rescue party? Wild let Kat sleep as he limped over to check it out. There were people in yellow surrounding the wreck, grabbing Wild's attention with their bright colors. A dog sniffed around the area, floppy ears dragging on the ground. Wild immediately scrambled for that whistle in the pack and blew it hard. He didn't want to go out there in case they didn't know abou

Mick tensed again, but before he could answer a wolf broke through the tree line and came running up to Miles, shifting halfway. “Mick!” The naked man yelled, a huge smile on his face. “Billy,” Mick said in recognition, with a lighter tone, without the harshness he used while speaking to Miles. Before I knew it, Mick was being tackled to the ground, the naked man named Billy rolling on top of him as I jumped back in surprise. “You asshole! Bout fucking time! I didn’t miss you at all, you shithead.” “Then get off me!” Mick groaned. “I didn’t miss you a single bit,” Billy rubbed his face against Mick’s chest like a cat.

Snow, oblivious to Miles' awe-struck gaze, was full of anticipation for Kiran. Anxious to meet him, her lips slightly parted to reveal a gleaming smile under the sunlight, captivating Miles completely. Spurred by the sight, Miles quickened his pace towards her. But Lilian, noticing Miles' approach, knew trouble was brewing. Without hesitation, she gestured toward Miles. Suddenly, Miles felt as though he was struck by a blast of air that sent him flying backward, tumbling over his companion Ironwood among others. They landed in a heap, a mix of misery and humiliation.

I rolled with the animal as both of us tried to overpower each other. ~*~ MILDRED I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I thought of Morpheus. I have seen him kill an animal before, but this one looked fiercer than the first one, and Morpheus did not have a weapon on him this time. Was he going to defeat a wild animal with his bare hands?

"And I'm here with ...what's your name, sir?" "John Hamilton" "John Hamilton recently called the cops concerning a mysterious sighting , am I right, John?", John nodded quickly before speaking with wide eyes, thin irises, pale face and sweaty forehead. "It was a man, I'm pretty sure, but he looked kinda like a ghost, his pale skin and bright eyes were the first thing I noticed before he pounced on my buddy, Tom, he literally just put his hand right through Tom's chest and some weird stuff came out while Tom slumped and he freaking ate it, h-h-h-he k-k-killed Tom, he took Tom's freaking heart and ate it, he had sharp pointy fangs and he smirked at me like this is some sick joke but I didn't s

I lied about having a meeting but the truth is, I needed to check out something. I put on something casual. I put on my wristwatch and made my way out. Aunt wasn't in the living room when I got out. I guess she is upstairs. I pick up my key and left immediately. I took my blue Ferrari. I haven't used that car in a while now. I drove out of the compound. I put on music to make the whole drive fun. I still can't muster the courage to approach Allyson. I drove to a club. I was glad my Aunt didn't notice the scar on my body. I was glad to have covered the scars so well .my body still felt a little sour from the fight but I can deal with it. This isn't the first time I felt this much pain.

WILDA. Damian does not speak or look at me the whole way. His grip on my arm does not loosen either. It is as if he is afraid I might still run away or something. We walk to the house in silence, my heart beating hard in my chest and my palms dripping with sweat. what will happen to me? What will I say should he ask me what I remembered? What did I remember? Grey fur… yellow eyes… white fur… red eyes… skin turning inside out into fur… the sound of bones crushing… my father… am I going crazy? Why did no one tell me I was there? Why did no one tell me I was the reason for my father’s death?

But my optimism was dwindling. Fox brought the box over to the rickety table we sat at the night before, and waved her hands around it as if to say, “ta-da!” The stone floor against my bare feet sent a quick chill up my spine as I inspected the box. It was white cardboard, with a insignia of a blue eye stamped on the sides. As I reached for it a familiar smell hit my nose, I crinkled it in disgust. “VIXEN!” Fox yelled out swatting the air around her.