Wren Surviving Summer Novels & Stories

I thought about the limited number of mornings remaining where I’d get to see that expression. I turned the phone face down on the table and decide to leave it back home. Whatever Piper had to say had waited this long. It would keep until tonight. Some things you protected even temporarily. Even knowing they were ending. This was one of them. Wren came downstairs in a black bikini and a loose shirt she’d knotted at the waist, her hair up, sunglasses pushed on top of her head. She had a small bag over one shoulder and she was putting an earring in as she came down the last few steps, her head tilted to the side.

Hunting. Draven grabs me, dragging me back. “We have to go, now, she’s not stable.” “She saved Caiden,” I say. “She chose a name, she—” “She just killed a man for pointing a gun,” Draven says. “Gerald made her, Wren, he’s still in her head.” Gerald laughs, walking down the ridge like he’s out for a stroll. “She’s my finest work, emotional, loyal, lethal, everything you weren’t, Wren.”

The amount of power he had over us without us knowing about it is unsettling. As we ran through the forest, I couldn’t help but think about all those we had left behind in the underworld. Gemma had mentioned that everything will reverse to normal once Sebastian, and I return to our land. I wondered how it happened for them though. Did Wren just disappear on the spot? Was it quick? Or was it slow and frightening for her? She was such a brave little girl and I’m so proud to call her my daughter. My heart ached knowing she wasn’t born at this time, and it was going to be a while until I get to hold her in my arms again.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

The voice of a person who had organized their entire life around a purpose and had arrived at the room where the purpose was. "Every container you neutralize, I'll make ten more." Wren kept working. The twenty-third container. Seventy-eight seconds. She heard fighting begin—not the external door, Cain was still there, the sounds she heard from the far side of the room were Lena's forces coming through the second entrance. She heard Elise respond. She heard Sera move. "You promised to protect my family." Twenty-fourth container. "Wren." "I know," she said. She kept her hands on the container. "I know what happened to your family."

Amelia went to protest but Kyle patted her hand. "Fine I will accept this. How many warriors are you sending with me?" I tried to count the number of children in the pack. "I think four others should suffice. Now I will also be giving you two extra as recon essentially. There will be two escape routes because better safe than sorry. I will be having Lucy and Brittany as the recon scoutes. They will be positioned in these two places so that they can see down both routes clearly. Once they have seen to it that your group has successfully gotten everyone outside of pack territory they will come join the fight. I will give them both a red scarf to tie to a branch if that route is not safe. In th

"When you're broken you need to be reborn. Do not fight the Pain; embrace it. Accept it. Live it. Don't rush the process, you need to swim in the deep end for a while to build you muscles. Learn. Keep swimming. You will be stronger for it." - Caitlin Cooper ************************************

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

I looked at him, at the raw sincerity carved into every line of his exhausted face, and felt something in my chest steady, just slightly, enough to let me finally close my eyes and rest against his shoulder while Lena slept peacefully nearby. Wren returned on the morning of the second day, exhausted from hard travel, but her face carried something I hadn't dared hope for — cautious triumph.