Blood Eagle Torture Novels & Stories

“Yes.” The word hit Lucas harder than the pain. For a second, everything inside him went still. Then the memory broke open. He was small again, hiding behind a half-open door. Smoke burned his eyes. His mother’s hand covered his mouth. Men in dark suits entered the room. One held his father by the collar. Daniel’s face was bloody, but his eyes were wild, searching. “Where is Elias?” one of the men asked. His mother shook against him. Daniel spat blood and laughed like he was already dead. “You will never find him.”

But, he looked away quickly as the red irises locked their gazes together. Eagle watched her suspiciously. He narrowed his eyes and asked her in an accusing tone. “But you didn’t drink-” “No. No blood involved.” Eagle downcast his eyes at her hand which was already stained with blood. “Pfft. I don’t know what this is.” Belatedly, she hid her hands behind. “So not subtle. So not subtle.” Eagle shook his head in disappointment before walking away. The Outcasts bowed their heads at Eagle as they inevitably met Eagle who was roaming the place as he was inside the wet market or taking a stroll inside the garden. All of them worked hard to besiege the area just to satisfy their newly appointed The

Snow Eagle was a highly intelligent bird that could recognize its master, so no one else could ride it unless it was Darryl himself. 'Damn it!' Several times, Prince Auten came dangerously close to falling off. He was anxious and enraged. He drew a dagger from his waist and stabbed Snow Eagle in the back.

The sharp sound pierced the silence, echoing across the yard and spilling into the surrounding area. His eyes swept the area with fierce intensity. It did not take long before an eagle appeared in the sky, emerging from the vast expanse above. Its massive wings beat against the air. In one smooth motion, the eagle landed on Alpha Villion’s left lower arm, its talons curling securely around him. His expression remained grim as he swiftly extended the claws of his free hand. Without a moment’s pause, he raked them across his own chest. Flesh tore open beneath the force, and blood immediately flowed from the wound. He reached for the eagle and deliberately smeared his own blood onto its feather

Kalen muttered under his breath as he looked back to Ferlah. Ferlah followed the thing that had just landed unfortunately near her. She was terribly astonished to see the bald eagle which she believed the one they had seen a while ago. There was an arrow struck on its chest as it shivered down to death. Blood profusely flooded out of its mouth and nose as its eyes shot open, glaring into nothingness. "What in the world has happened to it? They're such a heartless person!" Kalen sprinted beside Ferlah.

"Okay you go do that. While I go check up on the guest. We are going to be busy for a while. I can see that." "Well we aren't Betas for show. See you." She said as she walked away leaving Kendall to his own as he took the part that she had come out from, dreading the visit with Escobar. Ashton was covered in blood by the time he was done. He had used up 13 gruesome hours in torturing the truth out of the rogue wolf that they caught a week ago. He had done all sorts of torture session he could think of, from cutting his ear to breaking each bone in his body. This was his favourite part of his torture session, Randy taught him this, he had broken the 58th bone of his prisoner when his captive

Then, he unleashed a flurry of merciless punches and kicks before saying coldly, “Fuck the Convention! I’ll let you experience what it means to be hacked into minced meat right now!” After speaking, Noir stabbed Kabreh’s fingers with the knife and twisted it cruelly, nearly tearing a chunk of flesh off. “Arghhh!” Kabreh lasted less than three seconds against such inhumane torture and surrendered. “I-I’ll talk. I’ll talk now!” His voice trembled heavily as he spoke, “In truth, I don’t have a cure.” Kabreh saw the look in Noir’s face and quickly added, “I swear, there really isn’t a cure...”

“Cellie doesn’t exist to you anymore. Because now, all that’s left for you is this.” I gestured to the cold, dark room around us, the tools laid out on a nearby table, each one shining under the dim light. Fear seized his features, reality settling on his face. “Have you heard of the Scandinavian Blood Eagle?” I asked, walking back toward the table. “It happens to be one of my favourite torture methods.” His reply was a heaving, strangled cry. My fingers hovered over the instruments, brushing the edge of a blade, the sharp point of a scythe. My hand settled on a thin, wicked-looking knife. “Allow me to introduce you.”

I always had dreams about Veilah punishing me for failing at judging the three families the right way. She would tie me up and lock me in a dark cage where she left what I believed is the kanareé beast that Veilah uses in torturing her offenders. I never really saw its full body, all I saw was a pair of the scariested eyes I had ever seen before in my life. Dean's Alpha eyes didn't even stand a chance next to the kanareé's eyes.

out of her new handler’s silence, stone faced lady screamed loudly enough to wake a dead man. She was severally punished for this. Doctor Mugabe threw her in the laundry room as the institute staff called it, they children dreaded the place, she was hanged like a cloth to dry, her wings clipped to a power line that siphoned all the electrodes in her, using her as a conduit to power the machine, it was a torture slow and agonizing. Her shoulder blades attached to wings bearing her dense weight burned with pain as if they were being ripped off, she hung there screaming and sobbing for a day and an half before she was taken down.