Youngblood Chronicles Novels & Stories

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

Chronicles piped up, his tone laced with a seemingly distant coolness, though I couldn't help but notice the sidelong glance he cast at his wristwatch. Meeting his gaze, I found myself smiling wider. History and Chronicles were no longer the little kids they once were. At twelve years old, they had transformed into high school students, bearing the markers of puberty's changes. Yet their drive and intellect remained steadfast, still reigning as the top students in their classes. The international acclaim of their company stood as a testament to their relentless efforts.

By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden. I feel it working. I also feel the cost. It is not pain exactly. It is more like weight. Like every drop of the Moonblood I send into him is something I am drawing from a reserve that is not infinite, and I have already spent so much tonight — in the shift, in the fight, in the thirty seconds of absolute clarity it took to face Lysandra and end what she was. I don't stop. I keep sending it.

he said in an innocent tone that didn’t match his appearance and deep voice. Elena looked at him and blinked once. Couldn’t believe her ears when she heard that. “Are you being serious right now?” The pain on her waist and lower belly slowly reduce to this day, leaving only mild cramps. That night, Elena managed to confiscate Zachary's phone, but he still managed to contact their family doctor, albeit only talking to him by phone. At the time, Zachary was still very confused about the concept of menstruation, and to this day, he still has many questions.

I managed to do some jobs around town and paid rent for the right to stay in that room as if I were a boarder. My parents were both from wealthy backgrounds, each with their own trust fund, etc. I on the other hand had nothing as of my 18th birthday. Their generosity ended on that magic 18th b-day. Working two jobs, one in a warehouse as a stacker and the other in a plumbing pipe yard as a stacker, it was great for my tan and my developing physique but not much else. Those jobs made my arms strengthen as my biceps grew until they bulged 23 inches worth. However, they didn't increase my bank accounts. Having to pay my parents for rent and my ten year old car, I was broke. I had to think of so

"I'm a girl who wants the killing to stop. But if we don't act now, there will be no sun to go back to." ​The woman stood and looked at her people. "I am Lyra. If you can hold the shield, we will provide the focus. We are the discarded blood of two worlds, but together, we are the strength of the earth." The mountain groaned. High above, the sound of metal grinding against stone told them the High Circle’s weapon had arrived. The Colossus was a machine of divine magic, designed to crush entire cities under its weight.

Why wouldn't he just let her in since she had 5 days remaining to turn Eighteen. "I will go in with her" came a voice behind her. She looked back. He was handsome, that was all she noted. He was handsome. She looked at the security and smirked and went in. "Much for all the troubles" she said and went in, leaving him to confirm the age of her "helper" "A goblet of Bacchanalian Brew please" she ordered, watching the waiter not move from where she stood. "Sorry, but I was informed that you are still underaged, hence I can't serve you your request"

‘You need to be careful if you want to make it to your seventeenth birthday and just to be clear let me give you the details,’ he moved me closer, so close that our bodies were touching. ‘Sierra, like me is the heir to a gang, the head gang in Hamiliton, now if you have an inkling of sense you know that Alberta and Hamiliton are not on good terms and Sierra needs to get rid of me so she can take over the deminions and her gang ; the Vince. She knows that the only way to a guy is through his hyna and sadly they think you’re my girl, so you have a whole gang after you and because I caused this I am not that heartless to watch you die, I want to help you’, she said.

And soon we were on our way to the Albanian's turf, I don't know what my cousin was looking for here when we had tons of clubs in our city. When I was young I wasn't that foolish, I was beaten to a pulp if I made a tiny mistake and my mother would sometimes starve me for days. At the age of nineteen, I knew the world wasn't as it seems, there was the good, the bad, the wicked, and the clueless. Each possesses a role in our fucked up society, the good are usually the ones to die first, and the bad thinks he is invincible until he meets the wicked. The clueless are the sheltered ones, they don't understand because they are fiercely protected.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M