Romans & histoires Haunting Their Asses

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.

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

HAZEL My heart races like a wild horse as I find myself trapped in a nightmare come to life. Alpha Hunter looms over me, his presence suffocating, his intentions dark and sinister. Every single thing in me screams to run, to fight, but his grip on my arm is like an iron vice, holding me in place against the cold, unforgiving wall.

And then, like a final taunt, ash began seeping through the cracks in the window frame, curling into words on the floorboards. Bring me the willing kin.

If you don't want anything else to go wrong, do as we said. Piss off you fucking bastards! The Queens"

The horror of seeing them at state hunts me and that all I could do is just stare at them and do nothing. I can imagine their pain and it is also tormenting me too. It’s overruling my mind that I couldn’t even think straight. All that I want right now is to get away from this horror that is now hunting after me. However, it seem that what has been torturing me quickly outruns me and the next thing I knew, this phantom had already swallowed me into complete darkness.

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.

You know the feeling when your annoying little cousin you didn't even know existed, continuously irritates you so fucking much that you just wanna light them up on fire and smile in satisfaction as they burn alive, or, you want to bash their head to the floor and kill them? That's the exact I am feeling right now as Scarlet continue to freaking jump on my bed, banging pots and pan together, the curtains opened, direct fucking sunlight onto my face as my head pounded and I felt like literal shit as if death ran me over. How the fuck is she not hungover?