Revolting Novels & Stories

Behind him, hundreds of rebels poured forth, snarling and ready. “FOR THE VALENTINES!” Thomas bellowed, his voice carrying through the night. The witches hesitated. And then the rebels struck. The swamp water turned red as bodies fell—witches screaming as claws and fangs tore them apart. The air reeked of iron and burnt herbs. The rebels moved like a single organism, their fury unstoppable. Inside, the screams were different. Junie’s cry was sharper now, her nails digging into Rio’s arms. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead.

“You take pain so well.” I can’t take it anymore. The revulsion builds inside me like a wildfire, burning through the fear, through the memories. I snap. “Fuck you!” I spit in his face, feeling the rage bubble to the surface. His eyes widen in surprise, but I don’t stop. “You repulse me! Go ahead, get on with it. But don’t expect me to stop calling you repulsive, or spitting at you in disgust.”

M My voice cracked on his name…the first time I’d ever said it without venom. Ethan kept going. He flipped me onto my stomach without uncuffing me, the cuffs twisting, arms crossed above my head. His actions made me understand he doesn't care, he just wants revenge! He dragged my hips up, shoved a pillow under them, and entered me from behind in one smooth thrust. A cry tore out of my throat. He set a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Every time you called me pathetic,” he growled in my ear, “I thought about bending you over just like this.”

Disgusting. Then I said it anyway. “She was fucking her brother. And her assistant. Caught her red-handed at their party.” The reaction was immediate. Roman’s face twisted in pure, unfiltered disgust, his entire expression tightening like he had just tasted something foul. “Jesus Christ.” The words came out low, almost like a hiss. “That is disgusting,” he continued, shaking his head slowly, like he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. “Sick on every level.” “I know,” I muttered, running a hand over the back of my neck. “Absolutely revolting.”

The air in Victor’s office was cold with tension. Olivia stood with her arms crossed, her eyes locked onto his. The argument had started over something trivial, but now, it had rose into something else. “You don’t own me, Victor!” Olivia spat; her voice laced with rage. “You can’t keep treating me like a possession.” Victor’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening as he took a step closer. “Then stop acting like you don’t belong here,” he countered, his voice dangerously low. “Every time you defy me, you put yourself in danger.”

She had red hair and her eyes were sharp and calculating eyes. Ansel cursed under his breath. “Who the hell are they?” Kaden’s expression darkened. “Revolutionaries.” I frowned, keeping my gaze on Skylar. “What?” “They call themselves ‘The Revolution.’” Kaden’s voice was low, unreadable. “A scattered army of outcasts and exiles. They fight against the rule of alphas, kings- anyone they see as oppressors.” I felt a shiver course through my veins. “And Skylar is with them?”

She stands to her feet, and realization dawns through my fuzzy brain. I scream, "NO," as Rosy launches herself at our attacker. Purple flashes, and Rosy hits the ground. Blood pours from her chest, and my eyes see nothing but red. Rage overflows from every pore in my body. My skin explodes, and white fur covers me. The whole room fills with a blinding red glow. I turn towards the beautifully evil witch and sink my teeth into her throat before she can even gasp.

He tried begging and yelling for forgiveness but she turned on deaf like she doesn't have an ear in the first place. The bright weather before now darkened and a blood moon appeared, it was so reddish that it could reflect on any object. There was only a chill feeling in the air as it felt like something bad was about to ensue...

Let go of every bit of self-respect he has for himself. Just like that, my original plan of grief and gore seems childish. Weak. This new attack is one that will hurt so much more. One that will tear apart the Chicago pack. How can they trust their Beta, if he’s fucking a demon - their worst enemy? Dark joy blossoms in my gut, all the souls that live there writhe in protest. Pushing closer to him, my palm flattens against his chest once more, his skin heating mine, sending warmth to my most intimate area. I may loathe his kind, but I am still a woman and a sexy man in front of me can still encourage those wants and needs.

She was wearing a short yellow flowery dress. "Wow! You are ready for me." She blew kisses at me. I stood up and went to where the wardrobe was. I opened it and quickly wore a shirt and a trouser. "Too bad." She staggered and that when I knew she was drunk. "Come help me to the bed." She sluttered. I looked at her with disgust and hatred. I felt like strangulating her but I can't. I'll either be killed or sent to jail. She struggled herself and jumped on the bed.