Possessed Stan Marsh Novels & Stories

He could remember witnessing James' transformation, it was the most traumatizing thing that had even cursed his eyes. Stan's smile widened, the day just started to get interesting. Not only would have is revenge on the wolf that given him a scar, he also have to get his revenge on the wolf that started it all 'The day wasn't useless after all.' Stan said to himself. An intense silence followed suit, no one wanted to make the first move as they waited for who was going to do so. James was also ready for any of their attack but little did he know of the gang's secret weapon, wolfsbane.

Bargaining with criminals for the greater catch was now something I was used to. I looked to him with eagerness for his reply but instead he spat on the floor, right next to me. I frowned in disgust. “Puta!(bitch). You think you can touch the Camorri’s sweetheart? You’re a fool if you think so.” The officers dragged him away. I had been chasing the Camorri cartel for six months now but I just keep catching loyal dogs of the mafia and not the kingpin. But I had a feeling I was getting closer and closer to him. He was making mistakes and one day would be for the owner of the house.

They had blurred out my body as the first responders worked to free me from the spear that held me trapped against the ground, but it was obvious that it was me he was trying to get to. I was surprised by this when I saw it. He had been so calm when he killed Isla and called for backup. He looked like a totally different person on camera, screaming about spells and demons. They caught it very well on camera, the madness in his eyes, as he was forcefully restrained and placed in the back of a squad car.

He forgot his conscience, and he sold his dignity and integrity. He was initially scared, but as his business grew and gained notoriety, he ultimately succumbed to greed and allowed Hunter to take advantage of him. Since then, he has established a good relationship with Hunter, and Hunter even began to recognize him as his friend. Everything is going well. Both Mr. Santos and Hunter’s businesses are doing well. But everything turned into chaos when the Delgado group barged into his home and threatened him with using his family if he didn’t do as they said.

"I can still feel it. The echo of something else in my head. I can't. I won't." "Marcus, please," Lilith reached for him. "Don't touch me!" He jerked away. "Any of you. What if it's contagious? What if I'm compromised?" They drove back in exhausted silence. Marcus huddled in the far back corner of the SUV, arms wrapped around himself, flinching at every bump in the road. The possession had broken something fundamental in him. The thirty hour drive home felt like a funeral procession. They had to stop several times for gas and food, but Marcus wouldn't leave the vehicle. Wouldn't eat. Just stared at his hands like they belonged to someone else.

“Promise you will come for me?” She lifted her pinky finger toward me. My heart clenched at the sight of it. She has blind faith in me. I was her everything, yet that monster wants to take her away. I wrapped my little finger around hers and whispered, “Promise.” Her face brightened just a little, giving me the strength to fight whatever was waiting for me. --- Within half an hour, I was standing in the witness box, facing Lucien. Today, he looked more ruthless than ever before. His eyes were filled with pure hunger.

Maddox’s POV: Whenever I thought back to the night I first saw her, I questioned whether it was a coincidence…or some twisted trick of fate. None of it should have happened. Hell, none of it was supposed to happen. She was a human, for fuck’s sake. And yet…it did. And now I was trapped in that moment, with no idea how to crawl out of it. It was the night of the Full Moon—the night when rogue wolves lose all control and their hunger turns to madness, and the desire to kill overpowers every instinct.

said the old man, walking away and stopping next to Gwen. Fear was evident on Gwen's face. If their plan failed, two of them would be chosen. The old man continued walking, approaching other women until he faced Shane. "That's what I like, smiling at me," he said with a grin to Shane. He's such a pervert! Samantha wanted to strike him. She looked at Shane, who was still smiling at the old man, when she suddenly sprayed him in the eyes. "Arckkkkkk... my eyes!" the old man screamed, clutching his eyes.

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

Like someone was squeezing my lungs. “I remember,” Martha said quietly. “You came out looking like your whole soul had been ripped out. I saw you.” “I thought once Jasper was out, he’d stay away. That he’d heal and move on. But instead, he’s coming back. Again and again. And Leon—” I paused, shaking my head. “Leon’s trying, Martha. He hasn’t laid a finger on him. But I see it in his eyes. The restraint. The barely-contained rage.”