C. N. McKinnie
Bio
With a passion for fiction, I love writing fantasy/supernatural stories with characters who can teach me things about myself. I'm all for suspense, cliffhangers, and the moments in which both can be satisfied.
Stories (3/0)
The Private Lives of Werewolves, Pt. 2
After Sevora and Aindrias went to grab something to eat in the area, a mournful silence descended over the Sobel home, though Lucien always knew where Jace was in the house with the sound of his heartbeat. Sevora let Lucien and Jace know that, for the first two weeks, Jace would not be able to visit Lucien at the Bridgebane Chalet. Spouses tended to hover while their counterparts were settling in with the pack, and it added unneeded stress for the newborn. Lucien could understand that, just like he understood why Sevora and Aindrias were taking so long to get their food—they were giving him and Jace time to talk and say their goodbyes.
By C. N. McKinnie2 years ago in Fiction
The Private Lives of Werewolves, Pt. 1
Lucien undressed and re-dressed himself in the mirror. He took off his gray sweater and white shirt, zipped and folded them neatly, and placed them on the sink. When Lucien got down to his underwear, he transitioned into his “A” Blues hanging on the door: blue trousers with that scarlet stripe on each side, white button-down, that midnight blue coat with its erect collar, and the black dress shoes, spic and span. He adjusted his Sam Browne until it was just right. Medals on the left breast, ribbons to the right. He couldn’t forget the gloves, so he carefully slid them on before tucking his barracks cover under his arm. When he looked in the mirror, his dirty blonde hair was no longer shoulder-length—it was cut shorter.
By C. N. McKinnie2 years ago in Fiction
Asunder
INT. BEDROOM - DAY The top of the bio-dome can be seen from the window with its imprinted hexagonal shapes. A military-grade hovercraft is passing by. The first rays of the artificial sun stream in through the window, casting slim, rectangular shapes of light on the bed.
By C. N. McKinnie3 years ago in Fiction
