Novel & Cerita Haunting Their Asses

Cats and dogs nestling together in fear, their differences forgotten for now. "Goddamn it!" Harrison ejected as a viscous drop landed on his cheek, trickling down and leaving a stinging streak in its wake. He dashed it away, swearing again as another struck his hand. He glared at his two companions. "Get your asses in gear and hurry it up! I'm not going to dawdle and risk third degree burns for you apes!" "What does he expect anyway?" The larger of the two men quickened his step. The rain was painful but staunch as always, he let it slide. "Seems like a wild goose chase. I don't wanna question you but do you believe that creep?"

“When this gets us killed, I’m haunting your ass in the afterlife, you hear me?” “Then you’ll have plenty of company,” I shot back without slowing. “Because I’ll be right there with you.”

When one goes down, another one leaps up—apparently conjured out of the snow itself—and jumps right back into the fray where the other left off. ‘What the hell?’ Turgan hollers in the shared mind-link. ‘Black magic again,’ I answer, ripping through yet another black wolf’s neck. Assanan holds his ground, smirking and folding his hands in front of himself casually, as if he’s watching an entertaining play at the theater. ‘He’s wearing us down with this shit,’ I tell everyone. ‘See if you can just ignore the black wolves and run at him.’ I try it myself and find it impossible, because the closer I get to him, the more of these damn black wolves pounce on me.

ASHER The bulletproof door of the royal car slammed shut, locking the underground garage's echoing noise out completely. The tinted privacy glass rolled up with a low, mechanical hiss, sealing the back cabin into pitch-black isolation. My brain was completely fried. Blood pounded behind my eyeballs like a sledgehammer, my abdomen violently cramping as my inner wolf clawed at my guts from the inside out. My skin felt like it was on fire, an absolute psychotic breakout ripping through my system. The humiliation, my mother's slaps, the scent of Marlowe standing over her… it was driving my beast entirely feral.

HAHAHA! Everything back there was once exciting yet it easily turned dark and dim once they learned something unnatural for them. Their mischief laughter still rang so clear like crystal in my mind. I could even feel the trash and any liquid substance being thrown or poured as I was once a rug on the mud. ‘HAHAHA! Take that freak.’

he asked, his voice laced with a grim urgency. The prince of sloth's callous response sent a chill down his spine, a revelation that struck at the very core of his being. "Served at the Christmas feasts... for cannibalistic demons?" Asmo's voice trembled with a mix of horror and disbelief. "This is beyond madness."

"Damn you, Annabelle." As I continued my solitary journey, the shadows cast by the towering trees became more menacing. Each twist and turn in the road seemed to reveal hidden horrors, imaginary figures lurking just beyond my peripheral vision. My overactive imagination conjured images of malevolent entities hiding behind the gnarled trunks, their eyes glinting with malicious intent. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickened my pace, desperate to escape the oppressive darkness that enveloped me.

It is the intensity of affection derived by two hearts irrespective of being a human or an animal. Asher slept cozy craddled in the warm fur of his father while Kyara cuddled to his other arm. Nathan felt complete, satiated in every way as he closed his eyes welcoming the deep slumber.

“It is in… watching. In feeling. In knowing you are helpless while everything you think you own… crumbles beneath your feet.” Rufus’s heart pounded. He swallowed hard, gagging slightly as the blood rushed to his head from the upside-down position. “You… you monster…!” he spat, though it sounded hollow even to him. Asher didn’t flinch. He circled him like a predator inspecting its prey. “You will learn,” Asher whispered. “You will remember… every scream you caused. Every drop of fear you planted. Every life you twisted… will come back to you.”

Something hits the back of my head and my face plants into the dirt. When I shakily lift my head, I see herds of familiars rushing to the black hole. I keep my head low and watch as mangled bodies fly over me and disappear into the black hole, slowly becoming smaller until completely gone. Some cackling with joy, others using their unique way to sound joy. Repulsion takes the place of the panic. Blood drips from some of the injured, others purposely fly close for one last taunting of those pinned to the ground.