I Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

‘‘Goodbye mama, bye papa,’’ I whispered as I held the scalpel tightly in my hand and brought it slowly towards my neck. I had always been a psychopath, Vince knew it, it was what he had been trying to tell and prove to the whole of Maslow High School. I wanted to watch it all, the blood dripping from my neck, sliced flesh. Watch all of it slowly and enjoy my last entertainment. ME. Life is a series of choices; it is a series of choices that build up on each other like a stair case. It is the choices that make us, and every time, we are torn between options.

I realise I've been untied, so I carefully and silently ease my hands around to my front. The rogues are too caught up in their violence, so I look around. Soul is sat on a chair, fast asleep. I grit my teeth. 'I fucking wonder.' I think to myself. I pull myself up and grab the closest thing, which is thankfully a large, sharp knife and stalk over to Soul. This is my fight and damn it, I'm going to fucking kill him. I place the knife to his jugular, before tapping his shoulder so he's awake. He flutters open his eyes in the way that used to have me quivering in need. Not anymore!

"I was acting. I was—" "You were conflicted. You were torn. You were—human. I saw it. Every time you hesitated. Every time you looked guilty. Every time you—almost told me truth. You did not want this. Did not want—revenge. You wanted—peace. Same as me. But you felt obligated. Felt—trapped by family loyalty. By—mission. So I am giving you out. Right now. Right here. You walk away. You choose different. You—live. Or you fight. You die. You become exactly what your uncle was. Dead man who chose violence over—everything else. Choose. Now. Choose—who you want to be."

The fog twisted and his face blurred. “Kael” he said again. “When the power awakens fully you must choose who lives.” “I AM NOT CHOOSING!” I shouted. “DO YOU HEAR ME? I AM NOT PICKING ANYONE!” Everything went white then I woke up. My eyes opened fast and I sat up so quick I almost fell off the bed. I was breathing too hard. My heart was pounding like it wanted to break out of my chest. The room was dark except for the small moonlight coming through the window. Arielle shifted beside me.

When they dumped my sister Ayana Vale's body into the altar, it was in pieces, mangled beyond recognition. I overheard the warriors who had dumped her body there. They said she had been framed for conspiring with a witch to harm Lilith Voss, Silver Moon's future Luna, and had been subjected to dozens of brutal tortures before she finally died. "No one really believed she was working with a witch. They only had Lilith's word for it. But the Alpha refused to let Ayana defend herself. He simply decided that Lilith's miscarriage had been caused by a witch's curse. Poor girl kept calling out for her sister right up to the end." That was how I learned what had happened to Ayana. I was away sacrifi

the voice inside me said faintly. I closed my eyes. Power… Or myself. Control… Or freedom. Survival… Or truth. I inhaled slowly. Deeply. And then I made my choice. “I choose” Everything shook. The man moved instantly. “Stop her!” Pain exploded in my head. The voice screamed. The power surged wildly And then Everything went dark.

(Euan’s P.O.V) Day of Euan’s 18th birthday: Wake up human!!!! What the fuck? Wake up, wake up, wake up!! Let’s go find our mate! You must be my wolf. Yes dipshit, my name is Dakota. Now get the fuck up!

And through it all, I decided to take a walk. It might have been a cowardly thing to do. I won’t argue otherwise. But it was the best option I had with my heart threatening to shove itself out of my throat. At the beginning of this wild ride of mine, I had just run some powders. Sometimes went along when someone needed to be intimidated. It wasn’t this kind of violence. Mindlessness.

It was a peaceful, mutual ignorance. I could’ve joined him in that quiet corner, asked what he was working on. But what would I even say? ‘Nice wrist movement?’ After a long scroll through my feed and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip, I got bored. I turned on the TV, flicked through the channels, and stopped at a horror movie rerun. Something old-school. Haunting violins. Grainy filters. A creaking hallway. Perfect. “Do you mind if I watch TV?” I asked, just to be polite.

My whole system ignited like someone poured gasoline into my bloodstream. I was sober five minutes ago but now my brain was chanting... Do it. Do it. Do it. But I lifted my chin proudly, “You think I am scared...,” I sniffed. “Of your cock? Please.” His eyes went black. “A dangerous thing to say, little Violence.” I swallowed but it was too late, my mouth had committed treason. “Alright,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over my lips, “let’s go home. Now tell me…”