Haunting Remorse Novels & Stories

When Hunter returned after visiting Sienna in the cells, I could tell something bad had taken place. He looked so defeated. Without saying a word, I knew something was wrong. It was as if he was fighting himself. He looks so defeated and remorseful as if he was second-guessing himself. Out of all the years I've been with him, not once has Hunter ever regretted his actions against someone else. But the man before me now looked haunted, as if he had done something that made him question his own actions.

I turned on my Vampire hearing, listening for a heartbeat, but it was gone. My heart seemed to freeze in my chest as the horrifying truth dawned on me: killing the Necromancer would also condemn the Risen bound to them to a fate worse than death. The realization unleashed a maelstrom of agony within me, a searing fire that coursed through my veins like liquid torment. I felt my world crumbling around me as I struggled to comprehend the enormity of Haven's actions. Her scream pierced the air, a raw, hysterical sound that sent shivers down my spine.

I feel like I am a dead woman coming back from hell to feel another hell. “It can’t be,”I said while crying and fighting the memory that keeps on coming back. I want to block it but I cannot block it because the more I block it; the more it keeps on coming back. “No, I am not Cassandra… I am Irish” I denied myself even though I am already remembering it all. I am trying to deny it because I don’t want to remember the pain and the hatred anymore, but I can’t stop it because what I need to remember will come back and that is the sad truth, and I am like a lost soul. I became hungry again. Hungry for revenge to those who did me wrong, to those who sexually abused me, and to those who treated me

She whispered, almost to herself, "I don't even know how to process that." Carver's voice quivered, "I haven't... I haven't really atoned for that yet." Horror spread across Ava's face as she heard that statement. "No, Carver, absolutely not. Don't even let your mind wander there. That's not the solution." The conviction in her voice made it clear she wouldn't tolerate another journey down that treacherous path. The atmosphere grew taut, each word carrying the weight of profound emotions and shared trauma. Ava's eyes, deep and understanding, locked onto Carver's. "Look," she began, her voice firm yet gentle, "I can see the remorse in your eyes, the self-loathing. That should be enough. You d

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

That old thing has lived way more than he should already, and that was enough for me not to want to do anything with any female gender. Even though she has surrendered to serve me, I knew that wasn't from the depth of her heart. She had only said that to escape the trauma of being used almost every second. The stubbornness was still sitting there, deep in her heart. And it was always sharper when it came to me. I stood there for what felt like minutes, almost forgetting I had a guest with me. “Mr. Romenetti?” He called, bringing me back to reality. “Forgive the disturbance,” I apologized, returning to my seat. “As we were saying?”

The remorse arrives like high tide—slowly at first, then all at once. It isn’t immediate. In the first few minutes after Declan leaves the room to check something with Conor, there is only the heavy silence of the mansion settling and the ghostly echo of what we just did hanging in the air. My body still pulses with residual waves, muscles remembering his weight, the way he marked me with teeth and primitive possessiveness.

Clawing at the once-white siding. It is haunted. Sebastian thought. The memories and emotion of the last life Deragan and his mate lived, still walked those halls. Leaving footprints in the alpha’s soul. Yes, it’s haunted… Sorrow was tangible here. Like a thousand souls had come and gone, coating everything like toxic frost. Heavy darkness made clouds swirl across the moon. The absence of street torches made even the stars reluctant to offer illumination. Nothing dares shine here. Bast could peek in the minds of the woman and children arriving tonight.

“Can’t you be fucking remorseful for once in your life? Or at least tell the boy you do not love him.” Ginger doesn’t flinch or waver. “Remorseful?” she asks with a small laugh escaping her lips, which causes Hana to grit her teeth. “Why would I be remorseful for being with my mate?” Silence detonates in the hallway, and everything goes still for a moment as I try to process her words. She couldn’t possibly be talking about me, and she probably doesn’t know what she is saying. It is almost impossible for me to have a mate. I am cursed, and...