Quietly Hostile Novels & Stories

Wolves are quieter than that. The hostility in Zaden's pack moves through a room like a change in temperature. You feel it before you can point to it. A conversation that stops two seconds before it would naturally stop. A space that opens around you in a crowded room, not given generously, just maintained, like proximity to you might be contagious. Eyes that find you and then find somewhere more interesting to be, which would be anywhere that isn't you. I noticed it the first time I was required to be somewhere the pack was gathered.

POV-GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO "I don't have all day." Annoyance filled in my voice. I can hear him growl, glaring at me with hatred. He locked his jaw clenching his fist causing his veins to pop out and knuckles to turn white. The room is silent, you could feel the hostility around us, "Where is he, Alexei?" I said to him, "Why would I tell you?" He blinks at me.

The air thickened with hostility as the two groups faced off, each silently daring the other to make the first move. "Kyle," Alberto greeted with a smirk, his voice dripping with malice. "I wasn't expecting a visit from you today. What brings you here?" Kyle's response was a silent glare, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the coming confrontation. He knew there would be no peaceful resolution to this encounter, not with the stakes so high and the animosity between them so palpable. "I believe you have someone close to me," Kyle growled, his voice laced with menace. Alberto's smirk widened into a cruel grin as he signaled to his men, unleashing a torrent of aggression as they lunged forw

my voice a mix of timidity and brazenness and with enough determination to convince him. "Hmm...brazen, aren't you? Let's see how much you've learned and how much you can keep your words and your end of the bargain when you fight with a vibrator in your cunt, then. It'd be a good sight to watch you struggle and cum all over yourself in the middle of a dire fight-" He Uttered nonchalantly, with so much hostility dripping in his voice to make my skin crawl while my eyes bulged out of their socket. "Wh-what the hell are you saying? Please don't-"

“I could've been in the middle of something important.” “Are you?” I challenged. Silence. “Not right now but…” Luca began. “Then it's settled,” I cut in calmly. “I’m hanging up…” “I called because I just wanted clarity on your choice of words,” I said, my words rushed, as I slid the watch onto my wrist and clicked the clasp into place. “Animosity implies a mutual dislike. I don't dislike you, Luca. Competitive though? Yes. Yes I am.” “Right,” he muttered over the line. “You just spent three years memorizing every time I blink so you can use it against me on the ice because you totally like me, right ?”

Phones rise into the air as hundreds of people begin recording. The world is about to panic again. Ezra turns toward me. “You need to ask them one thing.” “What?” “Are they hostile.” I nod and type the message. For the first time since this conversation started, the reply takes several seconds. The bridge inside my mind hums faintly as if something is being processed. Then the answer appears. HOSTILITY IS INEFFICIENT. WE PREFER DIALOGUE. Matteo raises an eyebrow. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

"Dean, what’s going on?" "Answer me," Dean’s voice grew more insistent, "Don’t lie to me." He lifted his head, his eyes locking with Chen’s, an unsettling gleam flickering in the depths of his gaze. Chen fell silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but heavy. "I have hostility." The moment the words left his mouth, Dean’s heart sank like a stone. He exhaled slowly, his voice barely a whisper. "So, yours... is true too..."

She tried to keep her tone gentle, trying to avoid any fight that might break out. I kept my position near the door, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed. I had no intention of responding to his childish hostility, and it wasn’t my first time dealing with family members who resented me. People like Matteo, those who felt I had taken something from them, were almost predictable in their anger. They didn’t realize that their hostility was nothing more than a pebble in my shoe—irritating but forgettable. “Why is he even here?” Matteo turned to Emilia, his voice harsh. “I thought… I thought you’d be smart enough to get away from people like him.”

The fight between these two individuals was so heinously vicious that it was hard to tell who was the aggressor and who was the victim. The spark from the weapons colliding created tremors of hostile intents in the alley. Surprisingly, neither side seemed willing to back down. They were both attempting to tear each other apart with great tenacity. The woman appeared to have been possessed by some type of fiend from the depths of hell while the silent assassin was striving to make efficient cuts to disrupt all attacks.

She said cheerfully. Hatred burned through me. "Get out of here. You aren't welcome here." Gerard alternated gazes at both of us, not sure what was going on, but he couldn't even deny the hostility that suddenly made the atmosphere tense.