Deathly Loneliness Attacks Novels & Stories

I scoff, the sound hard and empty, echoing off the silence of this damn house. It’s been weeks. Weeks of waking up alone. Of this suffocating loneliness that wraps around me like a second skin. The pain of Sophia’s death hasn’t dulled; it’s just settled deeper. Engraved in bone. And no amount of drinking, no amount of silence can make it leave.

The Dirge of Despair would make you feel lonely and hopeless. The Dark Conflagration of the Abyss would absorb your spiritual energy. The Funeral of Sky and Sea would put an unending and steadily growing amount of pressure on you, looming over you with the threat of death. These attacks were consecutive and ongoing. None of them were directly fatal, but the combination of all of them would make sure you were put through unending torment. It was like a series of tragedies that led you toward inevitable death. Amidst the ocean, the power of Wilbur's Funeral of Sky and Sea was raised even more.

The asshole took my phone and put it only God knows where. I expected many things. In my mind I came to imagine millions of ways to cause myself the most agonizing pain. However, this desolate silence is a hundred times worse. I don't even remember the sound of my voice anymore. Even my inopportune subconscious has shut up and loneliness attacks me more strongly than ever.

The loss of the parents was the biggest damage a human being had to go through if they had been put into such a situation. Aggrieved—that was what I felt. Overpowering emotions among the others had me grieving for feeling so alone. Loneliness is never good because it always comes with depression by its side. It was nothing but a void, something that was truly inexpressible. Doubt, self-loathing, and poor confidence were the mere words people chose to describe such ambiguous and heavy phrases. If only it were that easy to get used to it. Do you think time heals all wounds? Wait until you are eaten alive by it. No one can hurt you as much as the voices in the back of your mind. It clings to yo

They go in a circle, days following days; either in utter silence or choking to death. Every morning, I get up, in the same bed, in the same damp, chilly, uncomfortable room wanting the day something will be different. But it never does. Kylo is still absent, and I am still alive, to suffer in this house which is gradually transforming into a mausoleum with every passing day. This loneliness lingers like an old friend that follows one around, but an unwelcome friend all the same. I attempted to keep the days occupied, keep the mind busy with something that could occupy and possibly distract from the growing anxiety and void within me, and it only grows harder to conceal.

I find myself retreating to the corner, and sitting there, hidden from the sight. ‘ Don’t make him kill you like her. ’ Draven’s words echo in my ears. My heart grows heavier. It’s like there is so much weight over my chest that I might crumble. As I sit in a cold corner and scan the empty room, my arms tighten around my knees. Fear, rage, and pain become a destructive mixture, turning my insides hollow. Like I do every day, I realize how lonely I truly am. In times of despair and happiness, of dread and panic, and joy and conflict…all I can do is sit on the cold floor and wait for the moments to pass or else, I engage in a relentless fight for survival.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

Her absence today highlighted how much I miss her company, reinforcing my resistance to building connections with others. The lingering sense of loneliness has been a constant companion in my life for an extended period, and I am hesitant to endure such feelings once more. The endeavour to retain self-control and lead a tranquil existence, free from perpetual fear and the need for constant support, has proven to be challenging. I am acutely aware that those who encounter me are incapable of comprehending the extent of my experiences.

I would feel death every time I saw a love of mine die, but I would feel dead if I only lived to survive for myself. Loneliness kills, the difference is that you can choose to die little by little not having anyone or feel the death of your attachment, your pain, all at once when you see that you are alone, without that person. I got up, pulling myself together, unhurried but nervous, and walked to the small cabin. It was very dirty, stinking and cobwebbed. I stared for endless minutes until I swallowed hard and worked up the courage to take another step and raise my hand towards the door.

Lilith says to save poor Fallon from the embarrassed look on her face . As we left the dungeon to head to the hospital when the alarm sound's . We are under attack and all at once I start getting different voices shouting through the mind-link . Shit Orion and Len . “ We need to get to the hospital now” I scream as I rush towards the hospital . Before I even get to the hospital I stop dead . The attack is from within the pack , never has anyone managed to get within the pack in the past fifty years . How can it be from within?