Great Cleansing Novels & Stories

I felt dirty when I realized that I was dripping between my legs, but sat down to finish my business and then brushed my teeth. He left me to give some privacy and picked me up again when he saw me getting out. he was right. I couldn't even move without the pain between my legs and them uncontrollably shaking. He cleaned me up with the wet towel himself and then massaged a cream on my butts as I layed on my belly.

It’s a tearing at the very fabric of their world, their lives. “Ended it? How?” The urgency in my voice is palpable, my fingers gripping his arms, needing to understand, to know everything he’s been through. Nero exhales deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as if gathering strength to relay his ordeal. “Creed and I, with Nova and several other Alphas, we managed to perform the cleansing ritual. It was... intense. Dangerous. We lost some good wolves, but it was the only way to rid the packs of the curse.”

Every instinct screamed at me to hurry, that every second wasted brought us closer to the brink of annihilation. “Stop!” I shouted, my voice raw with desperation. “You don’t have to do this!” The enemy leader glanced over his shoulder, a twisted grin on his face. “Oh, but I do, Sera. This is what I was born to do. To bring about the Great Cleansing and reshape the world as it should be.” His words sent a chill down my spine. The Great Cleansing. It was a phrase I had heard in stories, old legends told around campfires, whispered in the dead of night when the darkness felt close and menacing.

With a swift motion, he drops the feather and casts his hand over it and in an instant, it glows red. The thousands of Hollowborns turn on each other. Vesper feels every pain, every cry. He watches helplessly as the army he created to destroy the werewolf world … destroys itself. A massive thunder blast shakes the realm. Then a heavy, relentless rain pours down. The wind is mighty. It’s said this storm will last a week or more. They call it The Cleansing Storm, the one that wipes away pain, darkness, anger, and regret. In its coolness… they shall find peace.

Although, she was a strong woman, she was also very soft inside and all of this had gotten to her, which was why she had broken down. He rushed back to the room and to her side where he quickly grabbed the towel out of the water and squeezed it off until it was very moist enough, and then he started to use it to mop her face, and her neck and then her shoulder. He thought of getting rid of the jacket she had on top of her shirt so he started to unbutton it. He finished the last button and raised her gently to pull it off, then he started to unbutton her shirt as well, just the three top buttons. On the last one, Grace; still very much not fully conscious, she grabbed his hands and started to

"How do we undo seventeen years of their influence in a matter of hours?" "The same way you freed the wolves from their corrupted humans," she replied calmly. "Through the goddess's power flowing through your bloodline connection." I felt Diamond stir within me, her presence suddenly alert and focused. Through our bond, I could feel her certainty; this was why we had found each other now, why everything had aligned as it had. "Will it hurt him?" I asked, fear for my newly-found brother making my voice shake. "The cleansing will be uncomfortable," the Priestess admitted, her ancient eyes holding mine steadily. "But far less painful than what will happen if the Northern Alliance completes thei

“Mother?” Her gaze lifted to mine and for the first time since i had come home bleeding, she didn’t look at me like a son, she looked at me like I was her savior or the witness to the something terrible “There was this thing they did at the time…they called it cleansing,” she scoffed. “It was a word used to make slaughter sound holy to the very least.” My jaw clenched. I knew about the purge of the witches, it was history they had erased in a way, they had been edited out of the official pack record, what remained were warnings to never interfere

She sighed and pushed her bag into the locker, then she grabbed a nylon bag she had there, put in the clothes she would be wearing, and walked towards the old locker room in the abandoned building, hoping the water was still flowing. When she got there, she grabbed the white towel she had placed in the nylon with her clothes and took off her clothes, wiping off herself with her pink top. Now to forget she had a nasty headache this morning, and now this. This day couldn't get any messier or so she thought. She grabbed the large container of detergent that had been left there and washed her clothes in the sink, opening the faucet and letting it wash away the stench and vomit. After she was sur

He reached over and stroked my cheek. I slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" He just laughed. "You're angry. I get it. But you'll understand soon. You need to be there, Claire. You need to witness it." "Witness what?" I asked, panic clawing at my throat. "The cleanse," he said. "I'm going to cut the cancer out of our lives." "Richard, stop the car."