Terror Infinity Novels & Stories

She has not mentioned the cold or the blood on her hands or the fact that she watched three men die on the gravel an hour ago and did not flinch. "Serafina." She looks up at me. Her eyes are sharp and steady, and I see in them the same thing I saw when she read the authorization code aloud in the courtyard. Not fear. Not anger. The particular clarity of a woman who has decided what the next sentence of her life will say and is waiting for the world to catch up.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

I called her but this time I was soft. " Don't say anything......... I am serious Siddarth. If my death can solve all your issues then do that. I won't budge from here. No one will come and even claim for my dead body you know that more than anyone. Only headache for you is cover my body don't worry you don't have to give me any proper funeral just throw it for some street dogs " her sound was trembling while saying each and every word. What I have done to her today ? Why I am becoming a monster infront of her even if don't want to do that. I confessed to her about my love still I did like this. Am I really a human or animal? Evilness is taking me over the love which I have for her. I can't

Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying. As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resembled Azria too much to be coincidental. Azria had to be his son, or closely related to him. The more she stared at Mr. Anderson the more familiar his features became. The tip of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he creased his eyebrows. Azria was identical to him. Boston Mass. 2000

Johnny teased with his signature smirk when Lucas entered the meeting room. “Beta,” Lucas clapped back without blinking internally pleased when Johnny grumbled. Turning away from his best friend, he found Sierra and Bobby near the head of the table discussing something on Bobby’s tablet. Behind them, the screens they had installed showed the local and national news along with weather forecasts and video feeds across the pack territory. Lucas spared it a momentary glance but not much else. The weather looked to be finally warming up. A young woman had been found dead near a national park and all was quiet on the borders of the pack territory.

Terra sighed and turned toward me, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around me in a gesture so familiar it brought tears to my eyes. "Evil is coming, Miriam," she murmured against my shoulder, "I've had revelations... visions of our world crumbling, of everyone dying. The Priestesses, Mother Liora, the novices, all the packs falling, the Obsidian Throne withering away to nothing. Something is coming, something dark and terrible, and it's going to destroy everything we've ever known." Her words sent ice through my veins. "Terra, what exactly have you seen?" But she was already drifting toward sleep.