Mary An Awakening Of Terror Novels & Stories

The crescent moon on her forehead glimmered faintly, a stark reminder of her newfound connection to the goddesses. With a deep breath, she dressed in the soft nightclothes left for her and crawled into bed. The mattress seemed to envelop her, and she closed her eyes, hoping for some semblance of peace. But peace didn’t come. Flames roared around her, consuming her home. Shadows darted through the inferno - Ironclaw warriors, their dark magic crackling in the air. Her mother’s scream echoed endlessly, followed by the sickening crack of her father’s body hitting the wall.

I squash down the panic that threatens to override my thinking faculties. So I do my best to ignore the stillness of my mum's body and I check on Nicole. She's covered in broken glass and she's not moving either. Then i realise that her body shape is all wrong. Her limbs are contorted and deformed and she's also not moving. "Oh God" I say quietly as realization crashes into me, momentarily blocking out my pain. "Oh God, oh God, oh God" Something furry brushes my hand and I look down, instantly, bile rises in my throat. Beside me is a wolf. A massive wolf the size of a bear with with glowing blue eyes. I hold still, not daring to move– not daring to breathe.

His strong hand covered her lips as his other hand caught her arms. Terror washed through her - overwhelming and immobilizing as the effects of the drug hit her system. Amy was frantic, her eyes seeking anyone who might notice what was happening. Her last thought as her mind went blank was that she was nothing. Just like the other girls, no one would notice her disappearance even on a street filled with people. *** Amy awoke, groggy and barely able to keep her eyes open, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. She gasped at the slap across her face. Gradually, her vision began to clear. Her earlier panic and horror swept through her, followed by a tightly leashed fury.

Franklin who was possessed by the devil gripped the knife in his hand tightly with a terrifying look. There was something he couldn't control inside him that wanted to hurt his wife, Maria. The honeymoon night, which was supposed to be a happy one for the newlyweds, turned into a disaster. The lightning that flashed in the sky and the heavy rain that drenched the ground made the atmosphere even more tense. Maria, who realized that her life was in danger, immediately ran up to the second floor. She went into the room and locked the door.

The heat of raging flames licked at Seraph's skin as he ran through a charred forest. The vampire stopped for a moment once he was at a safe distance and looked around. The fire had burned everything, even the soil. There wasn't a trace of the once lush forest that existed before. Seraph spotted a clearing and saw his mate lying in the center of it. He ran over to the vampiress and picked her up, gently shaking her. "Esper, wake up. Please wake up."

No wind blew, and no animals made a sound; the place felt dead. “Aiden, Axel, where are you” I shouted again, pushing myself up from the ground. Moments before, I had been surrounded by my brothers, my mate and a hell of a lot of Sun Valley Wolves, set on ripping our throats out. I vaguely remember Ayla’s father diving right in front of a wolf determined to hurt my girl; I knew it would kill her if her father got hurt, so I didn’t even think I just pushed him out the way, then pain, so much pain. That was it, nothing else until I woke up here. The eerie silence of this place set my teeth on edge. I knew I wasn’t safe here; I just knew there was something more dangerous than all the Sun Valle

Theo's voice came from afar. "We're almost done!" Sarah shouted back and rolled her eyes, "Guys….never wanting us to have our alone time." We both chuckled and slowly swam to the shore. As I was about stepping on the dry land, I felt a strange unease. My eyes widened as a vision suddenly flashed in my mind— I could see Aunt Belinda in danger, held captive by Audrey. Panic engulfed her as Audrey dug nails and objects into her body, torturing the living daylight out of her. She shouted for her to stop but Audrey kept going and laughing in absolute devilish charm.

Blake I wake in the dead middle of the night to the feeling of being watched. The voices in my head skitter through my gray matter, whispering, tittering like they’re holding conversations with each other that they don’t want me to hear. Hushed whispers from the heavens cease abruptly as I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and look down at where Marianna is curled beside me, her head resting between the pillows. Her hand falls down my chest, settling in my lap. The moonlight paints her skin in silver. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

A wave of power, ancient and vast, rose from the depths of her soul, crashing against the confines of her body. Silver flecks, like captive stars, illuminated the veins in her arm, tracing a luminous map beneath her skin. A growl, deep and resonant and utterly alien, tore from her throat. It was not a sound of fear, but of primordial warning. The very air seemed to thicken, charged with a static energy that made the falling snowflakes dance erratically. Marcus staggered back, the knife slipping from his fingers to sink soundlessly into a snowdrift. His face was a mask of wiped-clean arrogance, now painted with pure, uncomprehending terror. “What in the Goddess’s name…?”

“I’m scared.” “Lady. My lady, wake up. You must wake up.” The urgent whisper roused Mary from unconsciousness, and as soon as she turned, seeking the annoyance that disturbed her, agony flashed through her body until she gasped for breath. “I’m sorry,” the woman said anxiously. “I know you’re badly injured, but you must hurry.” “Hurry?” Mary’s voice was slurred, and her brain was a mass of cobwebs. Beside her, Crispen stirred and gave a start of fright when he saw the shadow standing over the bed.