Words Made From Runaway Novels & Stories

"Elara" He was cut off by a closer scream. I changed into my mixed form without thinking about it. My bones snapped and my muscles stretched. Power roared through me, it was hot and dangerous. I ran into chaos. Silver and red paint made the scene look like a nightmare. Shadows moved quickly between the dogs, cutting through the groups like knives. The people that Damien sent were not just dogs; they were faster, smarter, and wrong. It smelled like dark magic.

“Does that… mean something to you?” He hesitated. “There’s an old rumor. The Flame-Born Wolves—they were a faction of fire-aligned warriors. Charred red fur, claws like obsidian, rumored to be banished by the Moon Goddess herself for breaking the sacred bonds of the Seers. They worked with dark spellbinders. Rogue Alphas. They're said to be extinct.” “Apparently, they’re not.” He stood slowly, helping me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s see what else this Grove is hiding.”

"Trading your reputation, your future, for one night with pack trash?" "That's enough!" Lance stepped between us. "This isn't helping." My hands trembled as I fought back tears. Pack trash. The words cut deep because part of me wondered if they were right. God, I'd been so stupid. One night of weakness, of letting my hurt over Nathan turn into something reckless and impulsive. I'd given everything to Noxon, and what had he done? Left me, just like everyone said he would.

The color of sunset is so beautiful and mesmerizing, and the fact that they're together made it more special. "It'll definitely be a girl who looks exactly just like you." Thomas looked at her as he said those and added, "A beautiful little princess. My little princess, born from my one and only queen." Sudden thoughts came in her mind and it left a bitter taste, but she just smiled and pushed it back. She's happy, really.

It was simple, just a plain white sheet with hastily scrawled words: /I know your secret. And soon, so everyone else will./ I narrowed my eyes at the message, the words blurring slightly as my mind raced. My heartbeat thudded heavily in my ears. It was vague enough to leave me guessing, but the intent was crystal clear. Someone had figured it out—my past, the very thing I had worked tirelessly to bury, was clawing its way back to the surface.

Amber’s POV Alpha Dale’s uncle smirked at the stunned silence that followed his words. “Runaways.” He repeated with a mocking jest, rolling the word around on his tongue. “That’s the story. Alpha Dale’s precious mate ran away because she couldn’t stand her dangerous power. She couldn’t stand being a danger to him or anyone else. Of course, her friends went with her.” Janine lunged forward, but the guards held her back. “You sick, lying piece of—!”

But his haggard face made me mistake him for an alumnus several years my senior. When I said, "I have no regrets about not studying abroad as an exchange student," his empty eyes flickered with light. It was as if he expected me to say something more. Instead, I continued my speech. "Over the years, exploring art and education abroad often left me feeling an unspoken disconnect. There's no right or wrong in culture. I simply believe the path I chose back then suited me better. If you cried to get into this school, you'd better finish it—even if you're crying the whole time."

Isaac was caught off guard as Irene's horse broke into a gallop. Surprised by their sudden acceleration, he quickly gave chase!

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

I'm so grateful to the moon goddess for giving me a mate like her, even when my life isn't the perfect one. I became a rogue the moment I ran away from home. Everyone believes a rogue is someone who doesn't follow rules or does something unspeakable. No one will believe the other side of the story, a rouge is always a rogue. If a rogue tresspasses, the warriors of a pack kill them. Hence why I'm always on my best behaviour. I don't want to be treated like trash or get bullied so I avoided everyone, especially Alpha.