Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

The venom in my veins is heightening. 'Tik-Tok Alpha. You're running low on time' is all it says, and I want to burn it. I want to throw it away and pretend it's a nightmare I'm going to wake up from. A dream that's being plagued by the haunting sounds of terror, but it isn't, and I won't. I'm being haunted, and they are taking such pride in taunting us. Stopping on the note in pure anger and growling as loud as my body will allow me to, I turn to my men and find all of them with their heads tilted up, letting out their own angry howls and whines.

“Get your ass here.” Hades trembled and took his time to approach Kaze. With his head hung low, Hades presented himself to Kaze. “My friend, I’m sure there’s some sort of misunder—” Smack! Kaze’s blow sent him crashing to the ground. Hades’ cheek swelled, and his nose bled. It hurt so much. “Get your ass here,” Kaze said emotionlessly. Hades shakily crawled to his feet and looked at Kaze menacingly. He hissed through clenched teeth. “I don’t care who you are, but you’re dead meat. My people are on the way—”

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."

She gagged me up and hit me on the head Why do they always have to make me unconscious? Hm! Cowards!

It felt like I was being haunted by the ghosts of my past, and I could hear their accusing whispers echoing in my ears. I stood up from the bed, unable to relax, Each face, each life lost, flashed before my eyes like a haunting slideshow. The pain and suffering I caused weigh heavily on my heart, and I can't escape the haunting images that replay in my mind. It's as if the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. Regret gnaws at my conscience, tearing through my defenses like a relentless predator. I question my humanity, wondering how I could have been capable of such ruthless acts.

Some can’t even speak. “Fokken assholes. Ek sal hulle almal doodmaak. Hulle moeder s'n sal ween voor die oë van hulle verminkte liggame.Ek sal hulle ingewande uittrek en hulle verwurg. Ek sal hulle oogballe uitgrawe en dit op hul assholes vul. Ek sal hulle bloed laat huil. (Fucking assholes! I'll kill them all. Their mother's will weep at the sight of their mutilated bodies. I will pull their intestines out and strangle them. I will dig out their eyeballs and stuff it up their assholes. I will make them weep blood.)”

"What do you mean?" "After you were...," he trails off, as if trying to figure out how to place his words. "Pestered by the wolves." "Pestered?" I exclaim. "I wasn't pestered, I was attacked!" Ash cocks his head again, looking down at me with hard eyes. "Attacked? If you were attacked by wolves you would be dead," somehow his tone of voice made me feel as if I was playing with matches while gas was leaking into the room. If I did something wrong—

I was back to the Manor on Monday, happy after spending two days with Kujo. And three days later, the two last Haunters arrived in one of their trademark rental black SUVs. It was almost dinner time, so I sent them to say hi to the Blotters while I finished cooking and set the table. When they joined me in the kitchen, I could tell they felt awkward, there with his friend’s sort of ex. Like they weren’t sure what they could say or talk about.

Asher shook his head as if his bear was going to make an appearance any second. "Taryk and Asher are out of their minds. I don't really sense anything from them but an overwhelming feeling of possession. Ransom, Saint, and Atlas are upset that these two are being stupid again." "Lukas, want to go have a chat with those two, please?" He sighed, big enough for his breath to disturb the hair on my neck. "Fine. You know, rescuing you lot from yourselves is becoming a full-time bloody job. Gits. Every one."