Relentless Novels & Stories

The silver current hums faintly. Not flare. Not eruption. Steady. Integration isn’t clean. It’s messy. It’s slow. It’s painful. And it demands patience no one else wants to give. Ashcroft wants eradication. Lilith wants acceleration. I choose endurance. And endurance is quiet. But it wins.

"Desmond knows you are my weakness now and he will use any blind spot in our routine to strike back." "You expect me to mold myself into a silent statue that fits into your pristine background," Maren continued with a rising fire in her chest. "I am a human being with flaws and loud opinions and a nephew who ruins expensive rugs on a daily basis. If you cannot handle the mess we bring then you should have left us in that courthouse."

I realize. “No,” the voice confirms. “They don’t need to.” Another one lunges— I duck— spin— drive my elbow into its chest— but even as it breaks apart— another takes its place. One by one. Relentless. Endless. “They’re not meant to defeat you,” the voice continues. “They’re meant to wear you down.” “Not happening,” I mutter. But I feel it. The strain. The fatigue. The weight of it all. Not just physical.

the way the consequence was finding the limits. Testing. Pushing. “Then we hold it there,” he said. The words rough because now he was doing what he always did. Containing. Controlling. enduring. but this wasn’t something that could be held in place. The mark flared. Violently because now it reacted to resistance. to effort. to holding on. Zayden’s body jerked. a sharp breath tearing out of him because the moment he tried to contain it it pushed back harder. “No,” I said.

I hated Jackson for getting drunk and leaving me alone with this sonofabitch. "Why would you bother with me?" I asked. "There are plenty of girls out there—" "I like a challenge," he said simply. I decided to resort to pleading. "Please don't do this!" "You going to get on your knees and beg, bitch? Hmm?" He pulled me close. He reeked of beer and sweat. Tears filled my eyes. "You don't want to do this." "Oh yes I do, baby girl." "I'll do anything," I whimpered. "Please, please, please."

I muttered, slouching in my seat. Driving with Cassandra was never easy, she detested driving behind coaches and big trucks due to their inability to go as fast as your average car, her aim is to swerve uncaring into another lane than serve back, completely ignoring the other cars surrounding her. All I could hear was honking, constant curses from other angry drivers. "Just great." Cassandra slammed both her hands on the wheels, an annoyed look on her face as she suddenly slowed down to the side of the pavement. "What is it?" I asked confused, looking alarmingly around us.

Claws and fangs tore through the air in a blur of movement as we pushed our foes back, unrelenting in our assault. But Fenrir was no stranger to battle, and he soon reorganized his pack in a flurry of growls and snarls. Like a relentless storm they surged forward, crashing against us with the force of a tidal wave. Our defence’s quivered under their relentless assault, and the strain of endless fighting slowly drained the vigour from our bodies. Despite our brave efforts it was becoming increasingly clear that we would not be able to keep up for much longer.

Alex stretched her neck as per her normal routine. Fifteen hours this time. Not really a record. She was feeling a little more lethargic than usual. She tapped the lights on and hit it three times in quick succession to get it to the dimmest. The lights went from dimmest to brightest. She shook her head and squinted against the light, smacking the table again causing the lights to go back off. Stupid automatic updates, always changing the way things worked. She tapped it once and the lights turned on dimly. She sighed. Why was everything so hard?

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

Winners never Quit. So we just need to keep fighting for our dreams! No matter how difficult it seems! Just keep fighting! .... A/N : What do you think, guys? Take care....