Pain Brother Novels & Stories

I had just taken another dose of painkillers the healer prescribed for me. “ Answer me” Patrick yelled and I closed my eyes, refusing to utter a word. The first punch came and hit me squarely on my jaw. I couldn't hold the cry of pain that escaped my mouth. Another one followed almost immediately and landed on my shoulders because I dodged it unsuccessfully. The mad look in his eyes gave me chills and I tried to run from him but he grabbed me and pushed me into the bed.

And what are those people saying, because it's clear they are the reason am behaving this way? Something is scratching at my brain and it makes my head hurt like hell. A piercing back pain erupts in my spinal cord like am being stabbed with a knife and have it twisted repeatedly. Damn. I try screaming again but I only drop to the ground from whatever thing I was lying on, my body writh from the extreme pain and the cold floor does nothing to soothe it. Tears of pain and sorrow trail down my closed eyes but I still can't open them. Where is Aiden?

His question threw me off guard but another painful surge ripped through me. I thrashed against the pain and Bryan tried to hold me down against the bed. Justin rubbed his neck as he stepped away from the bed, his brow knit. “I can’t help him.” “What the fuck Doc? He’s in pain! Literally writhing in it!” Hector gestured to me. He shook his head. “It’s not him…it’s the pain trickling through the mate bond.” Everyone grew quiet for a few minutes. I took a couple breaths, the pain subsiding for a moment. “What the fuck do you mean?”

Her vision blurred for a second, but she grit her teeth and pivoted away. "Move, Raina! Keep your feet moving!" Bryan yelled from the side of the ring. His face was red, and his hands were gripping the edge of the canvas. Raina circled Karina, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She tried to throw a heavy punch, but a sudden, white-hot pain shot through her hand. Her knuckles. The old injuries had reopened under the pressure of the strike. She could feel the warm, sticky sensation of blood soaking through the white bandages inside her gloves. Every time she hit Karina, it felt like she was punching a wall of broken glass.

The pain of having his soul torn apart almost caused Ethan to collapse on the spot. He could feel his wolf howling in agony. While clutching his chest tightly, Ethan was gasping violently for breath. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. But he was, after all, an Alpha. After only a moment of losing control, Ethan forcibly suppressed the pain that had pierced deep into his very bones. His face had also gone pale from the pain. Despite this, he donned his usual glacial expression as he slowly straightened up.

POV: LYRA The pain hits me while I am standing in the hall, arguing with one of the quartermasters about supplies. Sharp and blinding it almost sends me to my knees I do not even get to finish my sentence. My breath cuts off like someone punched me from the inside, and the world tilts hard to the left. A sharp crack snaps through my chest, straight through the bond, hot and bright and wrong. I gasp in pure unadulterated pain

Blood stained the carpet, soiling the soft, innocent dream. Brent watched this in the darkness, raising the broken glass in his hand and stabbing himself hard in the other leg. More blood gushed out, but he didn't care. There was an instinct inside him, as if his pain was firmly linked to his lover's pain at the moment. It was a telepathic connection between the two of them. It was as if a vague figure appeared in his mind under the intense pain that kept asking him for help. "Sir... Please... Please help me."

she asked staring at the ripples in the pool as he joined her for a cold bath. “To be Frank with you, I don’t think Brian will ever regain his sanity. This is six years since he lost his sanity. He has gained more popularity as a madman than as a musician. Today in Rio Hondo, the most popular violent madman is called Brian,” He noticed her fallen countenance and he added, “Apologies if I sound offensive.” She grinned, “It is okay. We can’t hide from fate”. After a thoughtful moment, she asked, “But is love so powerful to heal an injured heart?”

Vincent" This half crazy and half psycho was so tougher than I thought. Even with how many punches that I give to him, he still keeps on standing. He was like a robot. I think He doesn't feel any pain. It's maybe He has a sickness. What did you call that? congenital analgesia The people don't feel any physical pain. I read that in one of the articles. Because it looks like one. A lot of bruises and wounds were already in his body but still, I didn't even hear him say something.

” William asked. “I’ll try.” Grace was quick to answer. She wanted her daughter out of pain just like the rest of the family. Grace stepped forward and stood at the edge of Layla’s bed. Grace laid her hands down on Layla’s feet and closed her eyes. As soon as she made contact with layla, a terrible scream ripped through Layla’s throat. Grace to take some her pain away. But it wasn’t working, just as Grace absorbed some of Layla’s pain, even worse pain took its place and when she tried to send some relief through Layla’s system, her scream got worse. It was like Grace was sending shock waves through Layla. Grace pulled her hands away and quickly stepped back. She voluntary took in a breath ou