Novels by Ogeyy

The next morning, I woke to the smell of wood smoke and something savory cooking downstairs. For a brief moment, I felt normal, like I was waking up in some remote bed-and-breakfast on a vacation I had never planned. But the tension that lay just beneath the surface of everything here reminded me that I wasn’t safe—not yet. I dressed quickly, wanting to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest. The house was quiet, but I could hear faint voices outside the window—people moving about their day in the village below. They seemed so ordinary, so peaceful, yet I couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to this place. Something hidden. Heading downstairs, I found Ronan in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. He looked up when I entered, his eyes softening slightly. “Morning,” he said, nodding toward the pot. “Breakfast should be ready in a minute.” I sat down at the small wooden table, my hands wrapping around a mug of coffee he’d already poured for me. The

As we drove away from the cabin, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Ronan was always so calm, so collected, but I could sense the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel just a little too tightly. He hadn’t told me where we were going, just that it was "safer" than where we had been. I didn’t ask. It wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go. But the silence between us grew heavier with each mile.The road became more rugged as we headed deeper into the woods, surrounded by towering trees and mist curling at their roots. Despite the unease gnawing at me, there was something oddly beautiful about the isolation. The further we went, the more I felt like we were leaving the world behind—entering a place that time had forgotten.After what felt like hours, the trees thinned, revealing an unexpected sight. Nestled between the hills, a village appeared—small, rustic, but alive. I hadn't expected this. The place looked like it was pulled from a

The darkness inside the cabin was thick, nearly palpable. I stumbled through the dim interior, trying to steady my breathing and calm my racing heart. The walls were rough-hewn wood, and the place smelled of mildew and old pine. In the faint light filtering through the cracks in the boarded-up windows, I made out a dusty table and a few old, moth-eaten chairs. The cabin felt as abandoned as it smelled.I listened intently for any sign of Ronan or the wolves. The sounds outside had faded, but I knew better than to relax. The door was sturdy, but it wouldn’t hold forever. My hands were trembling as I fumbled for the small flashlight in my pocket, and I clicked it on, casting a narrow beam of light through the room. Shadows danced along the walls, creating eerie shapes that seemed to move with a life of their own.The sound of scratching at the door sent me jumping. I held my breath, straining to hear. There was nothing—just the whisper of the wind outside and the faint rustling of leave

The howl echoed in my ears long after it had faded into the night, and every instinct I had screamed at me to run. But where could I go? The wolves, or whatever they were, knew exactly where we were. And now I was beginning to think they weren’t just after me—they were after Ronan too. Ronan led me down the alley, his grip on my wrist firm as he glanced over his shoulder every few seconds, as if he could see the wolves closing in on us. His eyes were wild, calculating, like he was trying to figure out our next move. “Ronan, slow down!” I gasped, my legs burning from the sudden sprint. “No time,” he muttered. “They’ll catch up soon.” I tugged against his grip, planting my feet firmly into the ground until he had no choice but to stop and look at me. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on. All of it,” I demanded, chest heaving as I tried to regain my breath. For a moment, it looked like he was going to argue, but something in my expression must have told

The air outside had grown colder, and I could feel the weight of Ronan’s warning settling deep into my bones. There was no denying it now—something was here in Grey Hollow, something far beyond my understanding. And Ronan seemed to be the only one who knew what it was.I stood frozen in the doorway, my mind racing as his words echoed in my head. *They know who you are…*Wolves. Was he serious? How could I be in danger from wolves? This wasn’t some wilderness—this was Grey Hollow, the most uneventful town I had ever known. But the look in his eyes had been dead serious, and the way he stiffened at the slightest sound from the street only made me more nervous.“What do you mean they’re already here?” I whispered, trying to steady my voice, though fear had already started to twist my insides.Ronan’s eyes scanned the darkening street behind him, his jaw clenched. “You need to trust me,” he said, stepping closer. “I can explain everything, but right now, we don’t have time. We need to get

The next morning, the eerie sight of Ronan standing outside my house was the first thing on my mind. I’d barely slept again, haunted by the image of him lingering under the streetlights, watching me in silence. By the time I’d worked up the courage to confront him last night, he had disappeared into the shadows like he was never there. Part of me questioned if I had imagined the whole thing. But I knew deep down it wasn’t just a figment of my overactive imagination. He was there, and there was something he wasn’t telling me.The day stretched on with an unsettling calm. I tried to shake off the strange feeling of being watched, but it clung to me like a second skin. Sophie had called in the morning, insisting I join her at the diner for lunch again, but I wasn’t in the mood for small talk and her usual carefree banter.Instead, I wandered through the quiet streets of Grey Hollow, hoping to distract myself. The town was just as sleepy and uneventful as always. The trees rustled lazily