Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

I ask him, why can't he let me leave, he would never see me again. "Leave! Leave!" Alpha Blade says the word with disgust, before he starts to laugh, a sarcastic laugh, one that lacked all humour, he looked back at me with his dark eyes, he looks like a feral wolf, he looks like he's a rogue, but he's still in charge, he still got some kind of power over the whole pack, he's not just a rogue, he's a rogue alpha.

"Are you serious going against me, my little shifter? Look at you! Your tiny arms and luscious legs. They are no match for me. You are digging your own grave. Worst, you take some stupid wolf to die with you.” I smirked. "You know what's funny?" I suddenly asked. "It's because these tiny arms and legs are willing to sacrifice themselves to kill you! I'm not afraid to die, Blade. I will give justice to Pops and those you torment all your life. I will be your executioner.”

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and panic stole my breath as he rubbed the blade on his suit jacket. If he was going to kill me, I hoped he would just go straight to it and spare me the torture, but men like Gavril wouldn’t just kill someone they considered an enemy. He was too much of a sadist. He’d torture me, make me beg, and then he’d leave me to rot to death.

I was breathing heavily now, well aware that my ass must be sore from the beating. "How was that?" he asked, looking excited. "It has been long since I got to play with a beautiful one like you." "I'm not a freaking masochist," I spat out through gritted teeth, still suffering from the pain he had inflicted on me. "Too bad," he said. "I'm a sadist, and you have to deal with it. I allowed you to enjoy vanilla sex with me previously, did I not? I'm going to have my way anyway, sooner or later."

I wink at her, pulling out my knife and she actually laughs. Blake, still at the laptop, looks up briefly, glancing between me and Demitri. “And I would prefer to figure out who’s been tracking her. The guy’s smart, and whoever they are, they’re good. Name’s Blake, by the way.” Blake, the notorious Stalker who never gets seen. Demitri and I lock eyes again, the tension still simmering as Blake turns back to his screen, clearly enjoying the show. Alissia, bored with our staring contest, grins. “Come on, you two. Enough with the words. If you’re gonna throw something, at least make it a knife.”

He prayed to all the gods that his baby sister was okay. Liv was saying her own prayers as she waited for Brodi to arrive. She kept her head on a swivel watching for any poacher that might come back to check his traps as she tried to soothe the beautiful animal in her lap. The wolf's muscles remained tense with the pain, but she seemed to take comfort in Liv's touch. She wanted to kill someone right now. No, she wanted to snap a bear trap on the asshole's leg that had left the trap here in the first place. Liv didn't understand how someone thought it was acceptable to torture a majestic animal for a few bucks.

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

he asked with an evil smile. “I think he has suffered enough, you sick bitch. Don’t tell me you’re still not satisfied after stabbing his eyes?” I asked as I blinked at my mentally sick brother. “Blood and torture makes me feel pumped up!” he said with an excited smile and I rolled my eyes muttering, “As if I didn’t already know that.” *

Shelby yelled to stop him but it was already too late Blade had seen him coming and used his sword to run through him, straight through the center of his stomach. Damien's eyes widened in shock as blood gushed out through his mouth before he slumped down to the ground dead. " No!!!!!! " Shelby screamed and struggled painfully to her feet, her eyes glittering red with rage. He stumbled a few times on her feet before righting herself as she glared with murderous hatred towards the guy. Blade smirked evilly at the furious savage look in the blonde eyes. " You are no match for me, and could barely stand on your feet, I have to say I am greatly disappointed as I expected more fights from you. "