Path Of Pain Novels & Stories

I looked awful. But my eyes were bright. I tested it, dragging a fingernail across my arm. No pain. Instead, a strange sensation. I could feel it—somewhere in the hospital, Violet's body gave a slight tremble. I smiled. So that was it. The system connected more than pain. It was a two-way channel. Kent thought it could transfer Violet's "strength" to me. He was wrong. After enduring unbearable agony, after my body and mind were pushed to the edge, my survival instinct had forced the system to reverse.

I lie there, panting, trembling, covered with red marks that are beginning to throb painfully. He approaches, places his hand on my forehead, wipes my tears. "You see?" he murmurs. "Pain is not an enemy. It is a key. It opens doors inside you that you did not know you had. It prepares the way for what is to come." "What is to come?" I breathe. "Pleasure. True pleasure. The kind that exists only after pain. The kind that washes everything away, that erases everything, that fills everything."

I pace the narrow path that circles the garden. Back and forth. Back and forth. I thought being out here would calm the storm brewing within me, but it seems that I was wrong. I barely make it another step when the pain hits. It isn't the soft ones that fumble your insides a little bit. No…. It spears through me, sharp and sudden, stealing the breath from my lungs. Gasping, I brace myself against the low stone wall that borders the path, knees threatening to buckle. “Not now,” I whisper through clenched teeth. “Please.”

SLADE Pain. The kind of pain that made it hard for me to breath. Pain that made my heart throb, It felt like a hot knife slicing nonstop through my skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Of all the blows life has dealt me in the past, this has to be the worst, and trust me, I’ve had to deal with a lot of things throughout my lifetime. My mistakes have come back to haunt me in the worst way possible.

I nod my head but don't say anything in response. He then proceeds to enter his middle finger inside me which feels a little awkward at first, but then I feel pain as it's for the first time something is entering there. He slides down a little and wraps his lips around my right nipple before lapping on it making me forget about the pain on my lower part.

He lost the best thing that has ever been his. ------- XOXO

Every heartbeat seemed to grind the wood deeper into flesh, as though my body itself were conspiring against me. I had felt worse before. But not like this. This pain was layered—physical agony braided with black magic, corrosive and invasive, eating at my magic, destabilizing my core. I could feel the corruption crawling through my veins like a slow-moving poison, unraveling me thread by thread. I had hidden most of it from Darius. From Adam. Opening the mind path earlier had been a calculated risk, and I had refused to let my suffering become the trigger that sent them charging into a trap like reckless heroes in a tragedy.

Lance POV Pains , sweet pains I've never known watched through me, down my spine to my organs filling my lungs and almost choking me out of breath and dissipating me out of this world. My hands wrapped around my head as I fight a sudden nostalgia, I don't even know exactly what its, why the pains are bitter in most cases, some are sweet and enticing. I buried my heads downward trying to control my system to be in motion with the whatever it's I'm facing.

I'd been stuck in this marriage but— I kept walking, barefooted that my feet scarred with terrible pain. Setting my foot on the cold road, I had no where in mind but I just had to keep moving. I walked till I began to lose balance. A step was no longer a step. It was now more of a stagger but I pushed harder. My vision blurred under the terrible cold as my feet grew weaker to move. My head reeked of just one word—PAIN. PAIN. PAIN.

"Your life for the seal. Your essence, your very spirit, will be the mortar that binds the cracks. The pain... it will be the last thing you know. There will be no return from this, Initiate." I didn't have the breath to answer, nor did I need to. This was it. The Path of the Guardian's Agony. Chosen willingly. For her. I stumbled forward, my legs barely obeying, each movement a fresh torment. I pressed my blood-slicked palms against the Stone's freezing, unyielding surface. For a heartbeat that stretched into an eternity, nothing. Then—light. Not a gentle glow, but a searing, blinding white fire that erupted from the runes, shooting up my arms and burning into my core. It wasn't healing; it