Mary An Awakening Of Terror Novels & Stories

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.”

Serena called Mary a couple of times but received no response. Hence, she couldn't help but push her. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" With this push, Mary finally snapped back to reality, looking visibly panicked as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. "Wh-what's going on?" Mary’s voice was rather loud. Even those in front of her were attracted by Mary’s voice and turned to look at her. Rebecca was no exception. Rebecca’s clear gaze fell on Mary, and their eyes locked on for a brief moment before Mary let out a terrified scream, as if she had seen something unholy.

And something dark, metallic, and terrifyingly electric. In a fraction of a millisecond, the absolute, emotionless firewall I had maintained for five years was violently hacked. The sheer density of the aura rolling over the ridge bypassed all my cognitive defenses. It wasn't just a physical threat; it was a cosmic command rewriting my biology. Submit. Drop to the earth. Bare your throat. "S-Sereia…" Martha whimpered, her eyes rolling back into her head as the crushing pressure stopped her weak human lungs from drawing air. She collapsed into the dirt.

Martha, while looking at the person who had opened the door, traversed her eyes firstly from the hand that had opened the door. It was hairy and dark. Her eyes slowly climbed upwards of the hand and the dense black hairs just wouldn’t come to a halt. She noticed the chest which was broad and muscular and of course, hairy. In a fragment of second, she analyzed the entire body and couldn’t make out anything until she looked way upwards all the way to the head and that her most terrific of emotions got triggered. Just like the rest of the body, the head too was dark and the eyes were as fierce as blazing fire. Martha was beyond terrified and a whisper escaped her mouth,

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.

Aria’s POV I remembered how I felt that night. The fear, the pain and the shock as I watched Moon Bay get burned to the ground. It felt just the same as I peered out through the small window of my cell. Everything was on fire. People running around screaming, fighting. Dead bodies laid crumpled on the ground. The smell of blood filling the air. Thick black smoke swirled into the sky. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. We were supposed to have the upper hand. After everything, all the shit that I had experienced, the deaths, the loss, it was time to be who I was supposed to be.

My eyes open in a wild surprise. That couldn’t be. I thought it was impossible. ~ * ~ Alma Marion teleported us to the mansion, and Egan crossed the hallway carrying Kemy. Mallory left her room and remained there paralysed, only her eyes moved among Egan, Marion, Daniel, me and her sleeping sister. She seemed like someone who had just seen a ghost. “She’s alive,” Mallory muttered, still unable to believe her eyes, focusing them nowhere specific. I think she was having a hard time believing it, even after I told the clan about my dream.

I don’t think so, bitch! Carmen’s sassy voice in the link rings through my head, that superior tone that I used to hate, but now I sort of love, as she comes down over the top of me, seemingly from thin air and drags it with her in a tumbling roll sideways. Taking the male down with a swoop and aggressive snatch at his head. I catch sight of Colton flashing towards me, visually targeting his prey and that look of determined malice makes my blood run cold. I just need a second of his touch, brief contact, enough to feel his gifts surging and then I’ll be able to deflect them. He pushes through the battling bodies between us, seemingly slowing and taking his time to savor the fact I’m no longe

The scenario was clear like the day it all happened. Fire burning the whole houses in the grand setting, warriors, smashing their swords against each other, burnt bodies lying around and injured people wailing in deep agony, crawling around seeking for help, her vision shakes, turns blurry and a huge beast with wings flew into the scenery of the great war, shoves his fangs into the flesh of the unsuspecting warriors, they grunt in pain and fell down on the ground in anguish. "Aaah..." They all scream in pain. 🖤 A knock on Elena's door suddenly wakes Elena up, bringing her back to the real world, with a quiet groan, she cracks one eye open to look at the display of the fancy clock hung on th