Mary An Awakening Of Terror Novels & Stories

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

But the dread that curdled in Martha’s gut didn’t care for logic. Ana’s eyes rolled back. She started convulsing. Sharp. Violent. Her heels thudded against the linoleum floor. Nurses rushed in. Martha stepped aside as they restrained her gently, but not fast enough—Ana’s head snapped sideways, and she bit one of the medics deep in the forearm before the sedative took hold. Blood splattered across the girl’s cheek like war paint. And when her eyes closed, the whisper returned, thin and snake-like: “She’s waking up. The forest already chose her.”

Fear was a highly effective alarm clock. Long before the first pale sliver of gray light could breach the jagged eastern peaks of the northern mountains, Evangeline’s eyes snapped open in the darkness. She was sitting upright on the hard wooden floorboards, her back pressed rigidly against the solid oak door. Her body shook with a violent, uncontrollable tremor—partly from the bitter, sub-zero draft sweeping through the glassless window slit, and partly from the sheer adrenaline coursing through her veins. The silver-root poison was still a heavy, leaden ache in her chest, but the terror of being late, the terror of the "consequences" Alpha Torin had threatened, was far more powerful than an

CHAPTER 181 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “And that is the actual reason I and my parents were banished from Forgotten. It's the same reason I still lose my mind when I see blood,” Mary said. She had woken up from her deep slumber and was now sitting at the dining table with Anaya, waiting for Edith to serve dinner. “So, the source of the powerful aura that surrounds you every time you see blood is an abyss demon that's always with you?” Anaya asked.

THE AWAKENING Maya's eyes locked onto Ariana's, and she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was as if her body was being infused with a powerful energy, one that was awakening a part of her that had been dormant for years. Ryder's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in concern. "What's going on?" he demanded, his voice firm and commanding. Ariana smiled, her eyes locked on Maya's. "Maya is awakening to her true potential," she said, her voice low and husky.

THE AWAKENING Tyla woke to the sensation of fire crawling beneath her skin. Not burning from the outside—burning from within*, as if lightning threaded her veins and refused to settle. Her ears rang with a pulse she didn’t recognize. The room swayed above her, a blur of stone ceiling and shadows dancing like living things. She forced her eyes open, gasping for air as something hot pressed against her spine and coursed upward until the world turned white. A hand gripped hers.

However, upon my entrance, she turned to face me, and I was taken aback by the expression of sheer terror that adorned her features. "Finn, oh my god, I was so frightened," she murmured, her voice quaking. "I witnessed...something horrific." A chill of apprehension coursed through me as I settled beside her. "What did you see?" I inquired, striving to maintain a calm demeanor. Marian inhaled deeply before responding. "I was driving home when I noticed a police car parked on the roadside. Initially, I thought someone might be receiving a ticket, but then...then I saw this...this creature."

Silence slams down. Heavy. Impossible. Every turret sparks. Dies. The lights flicker violently. Then— go out. Darkness swallows everything. Complete. Total. And in that darkness— something shifts. Not around us. Inside her. I feel it. A pulse. Not hers. Something else. Alive. Aware. Watching. Maria gasps sharply. Her fingers digging into my arm. “Leon…” “What is it?” Her voice trembles. Not with fear. With realization. “It’s not just reacting anymore.”

Paul whispered, his face white with terror. “Aw come on, you won’t even feel it.” Mary’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s going to be an explosion, not torture. “In fact, I think I’ll send those fools on a bit of a wild goose chase to give ourselves more time to perfect our strategy and also to frustrate them. I’ll send two or three more clones if the current one doesn’t succeed. Then finally, I’ll send you in. You see, they’re animals. And it’s in their nature to make mistakes when they’re angered and frustrated.” She shrugged. “That’s just how they are. We need to take advantage of that.” She gave a small laugh. “So that’s what’s going to happen to you, unfortunately.”