Blood Eagle Torture Novels & Stories

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.

laughed the first eagle. The young woman was screaming in terror as she was going to be violated. Prince Brayden’s eyes blurred with rage. He aim his bow and arrow at the eagle that was going to rape the young woman. He shot his arrows, and it pierces the eagle in the back. “GAH!” cried the eagle. Prince Brayden shot another arrow at the other eagle. The arrow went straight through. The eagle died instantaneously. “You- You d*ck!” shouted the eagle. “You dare harm an innocent woman.”

I took the eagle and tapped the snake's head. He couldn't keep his balance and fell to the ground. I rushed him with the eagle's finger. I picked him up and scratched his face and torso with my fingers. My eagle assault was being exhaled by him. He took on the form of a scorpion and marched forward. I turned with my leg hit his chest hard as I tried to avoid his many attacks. He yelled, and I realized I needed to finish him.

The torture officially began. A machine was brought inside the room. Soon, the man's howl could be heard all across the dungeon. Muntaha alternated between electrocuting and drowning him. The painful screams only motivated to hurt the man more. It was music to his ears until the man cried no more.

He was indeed nervous, nervous that one mistake from him could lead to his death. "What happened to the magistrate of that village?" questioned Zephyr, his eyes burning with anger. His eyes flickered between silver and red, the council members held their breath and prayed silently that his eyes won't completely change to silver cause once that happens, none of them were certain they will get out of the castle alive. "He...he was also killed by the wolves, my king," the brown-haired man answered. Zephyr's lips curled up into a sly smile, it's been so long since he had a battle and it seems like the witches would stop at nothing until they erase the existence of the werewolves and vampires. An

My heart trembled in fear when I heard that. He showed me needles, huge needles, almost the size of the veins. “These needles will be stabbed into your arms and legs. And since you're a beautiful woman, I'll pierce your nipples with these as well. I'll push a rod up your ass and another up to your pussy. Then I'll turn on the electricity. You'll be electrocuted until you pass out. The process will repeat ten times. But I won't let you die.” The way he was telling me about that horrific torture so excitedly, made me reconsider my decision.

The flash of lightening revealed the corpse on the bed, she ripped him open, stretched open his ribs like wings to reveal his lungs, intestines, heart and every other organ—this was a Viking torture method known as “Blood Eagle” “What a beauty” she smiled, lightening flash followed with thunder cracks and a loud blast, she walked over to his bathroom, had her bath, washed off all the blood then came out the bathroom naked holding her dagger, she picked up the iphone from the bed then walked back to the wall where she came from earlier then vanished into it… Uzor was on his laptop making research on the latest killings in town, it was already on the news that a killer murdered someone last ni

My own blood. Axel advanced upon me, the violet part of the pole in his hand was glowing. With a flick of his free wrist he unchained my arms held above my head. Before I could try and scurry away from him, he was sitting atop me. With his knees he held down my arms. I screamed once again as he brought down the silver rod to my chest. He held it there for a while and then started to drag it in shapes and letters. I was screaming so loud by this point it was a miracle no one had come in this torture room to stop this madwolf.

After all, his Rock-Steady legs had earned their reputation. But as Eagle's leg touched Elijah's clothes, it felt as if he had kicked a steel plate. No matter how much force he used, he couldn't move forward even an inch. Elijah grinned, grabbed Eagle's ankle, and swung his arm. Eagle was lifted off the ground and spun around in the air. "The big windmill spins round and round." Eagle was numb all over. This was beyond humiliating—not only was he being spun around, but Elijah was even humming a tune. Death was preferable to such disgrace!

Her eagle pitched hard into a nosedive. Araheen hit the field and was thrown from the saddle. She slammed into the dry, sandy earth and rolled hard across it, every impact driving through her spine and ribs until it felt like her bones were coming apart. A groan tore out of her. Tears burned in her eyes from the force of it. Through the muted sunlight, she saw two eagle mounts descending. Theobald jumped from one before it had fully settled, sword already in hand, feeding the blade with Awakened energy until it shone with a violent crimson glow. Hedda landed beside him, pricking her forearm with her sigil needle.