Bound By Hatred Novels & Stories

"What became of his mother?" The priestess’s expression darkened, and she spoke in a lower tone. "As I mentioned, Luna, that story is not mine to share. But understand this: Hatred can only be subdued by love. Only love can restore the boy you once recognized. And you must act swiftly. The demon wolf is approaching, and only Steven’s inner light can overcome it. If he remains engulfed in darkness, he will perish. And so will we all.”

Hatred boils. Tomorrow, war begins.

The past few weeks had been kind of unusual, and that was putting it lightly. We had been civil. I had been civil. With her mother’s health getting really bad and her getting sick with the flu too, I found myself unable to keep my tough exterior any longer. I tried to remain indifferent, but I just couldn’t. Valerie talked about her all the time, worried about her the whole time she was away at the hospital and even more when she was in bed sick. And somehow, it became impossible to maintain my stand. I know what you’re going to say— it’s weird that I would put it all on my newly three year old daughter just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that maybe, just maybe the degree of my bur

Aunt Kathy said while leaving the room to see the cause of the commotion. When Aunt Kathy was approaching the reception, she could only hear people whispering and chatting about the incident that's happening. Since a few people obstructed her view she decided to ask a random person. "Hi" She greeted nicely, "Please what's all the noise about? What's going on over there?" "It's a lovers argument, I think the lady's cheating on her man because he went physical with her" the lady stranger explained enthusiastically. "That's quite irrational" Aunty Kathy said sounding disgusted, "I mean he has absolutely no right whatsoever to lay his hands on a lady. As a matter of fact, he should be reprimande

ELENA'S POV ‘Hate is a strong word to say’, my mother always said each time I ranted on and on about a certain person that wronged me that day. I have never been the forgiving type and usually, it always took me longer than normal to snap out of my overflowing kindness and patience towards anyone. But as I watched him disappear farther and farther into the distance away from me, into the cold we were no longer strangers to, Hate only seemed to downplay the raging emotions I felt towards him.

And what’s worse was that I couldn’t even get a read on her. Not with all the data, or the angles, or the grayscale shapes my colour blind eyes forced me to navigate. But one thing was definitely for certain. This woman, Aria Carter, doesn’t belong here, and I was going to prove that to her in the most painful and difficult way imaginable. I already hated her with everything in me. And the worst part? I hated how much I was already noticing her.

Rather than fight again, she lay back and settled. "Just be good." he cooed quietly, "let April take care of you and the baby." "What if I hate her?" He took a deep breath. It sounded loud only because of the silence. Finally, he asked "why do you hate her so much?" "Because you like her so much," she answered in a voice as low and quiet as his, "I wouldn't like her on her own. I don't like her. But I hate her because of you." He bit his lips together. He wasn't sure what her words made him feel, but it wasn't anything positive.

"Or is it exactly what you’ve been craving all along?" ​He started moving again, his speed ramping up until every impact felt like a lightning strike, erasing the last coherent thoughts in my mind. I couldn't think; I couldn't remember why the hatred was supposed to matter. My world had narrowed down to nothing but the friction, the heat, and the overwhelming, suffocating fullness inside me. ​"I hate you," I managed to whisper, my voice thick with a strange, jagged ache. ​"Hate is just love’s shadow, Thalia," he countered, his hand clamping onto my waist with a grip so fierce I knew the bruises would linger for days.

I thought as I whimpered,tears already rolling down my cheeks. I hate myself for wishing he was here,I hate myself for ever thinking he could actually care,I hate myself for missing the moments I had spent together with him. I hate myself for still loving him and finding it difficult to let go. I hate myself for wishing I was in his embrace,I hate myself for missing every fucking thing about that monster. I have to forget him. For the sake of my son. I have to. " You know," Sapphire began. " You are just hurting yourself the more" she whispered and I ignored her.

Yet, doubt lingered in the recesses of my mind, refusing to be silenced. But then, something else overwhelmed me—a consuming hatred. It was a fiery emotion that blazed through my veins, eclipsing any flicker of doubt that remained. The thought of a child being torn away from her father, subjected to unimaginable suffering, ignited a fury within me that I couldn’t suppress. In that moment, I dispelled my doubts, allowing the flame of anger to guide my actions. Hatred had taken hold, and it clouded my judgment. All I could see was the injustice, the heart-wrenching agony that Aron had endured.