There Is A Pain So Utter Novels & Stories

By this time, the air between us became deathly still, pregnant with unexpressed feeling. Loud gasps came in spurts through my throat, severely aggravating the pain into acute agony piercing through the engaged muscle of my right side. I shouted with all the intensity, "Ahhhhh!" The torturous pain struck me-a heavy weight bearing down upon all the very recesses and nitty-gritty of my being.

Slowly, Yan Qilang suddenly convulsed, her entire body seemingly in agonising pain as the pill began to dissolve in her body. "The eternal pain pill, a pill that can make you feel eternal pain. A pain that even a man in the realm of kings cannot endure. Come, show me your determination!" Yan Qilang had truly gone mad from the pain that continued to eat away at his body. The pain that arose in every part of his organs, skin as well as his own brain. Endless pain, which was more terrifying than death. But he was still firmly defending himself, he did not want to give up despite having to endure that pain.

“Argh!” Excruciating pain shoots up my skull. Before I can get a handle on what is happening, I blackout. However, not before muttering a single name. “Spitfire.”

“The girl.” I nod once. That’s all they need. “She is not one of us,” the third hisses. Her words drip with disdain. “She’s human,” adds the fourth. “She’s unmarked,” says the fifth. “She *was* unmarked,” I growl, and the correction comes out harder than I intended. The fire behind my ribs flares in response to my emotion, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from doubling over. The pain is constant now, a burning thread that connects me to something—someone—miles away.

“I…” “Let me finish please. I wanted you and I’m not fucking ashamed to admit that much.” His eyes stopped searching my lips, and connected with my eyes. “I’ve gone through the worst pain I could ever imagine in this last few days. My parents are gone and they are never coming back. They are dead, and that’s so final. It’s insane.”

Rufus’s point of view Pain is… beautiful. Not in the way mortals romanticize it—not the kind that inspires sonnets or earns sympathy. No, this pain is sacred. It strips me bare. Boils away the weakness. What’s left is pure. I no longer scream. I did, in the beginning. When Isabella used fire to remind me of the love we once shared. When Nathaniel dug into my veins with his light, thinking he could burn the truth out of me.

But then, it hit me again, stronger this time, causing me to double over in pain as I sank back into the chair. The intensity of the pain was overwhelming, a sudden intrusion that left me breathless and unable to articulate what was happening. The maids, sensing my distress, rushed to my side, their voices blending into a chorus of concern as they bombarded me with questions, their faces etched with worry. Despite their frantic inquiries, the pain gripped me tightly, rendering me speechless and immobile.

Her body convulsed, and she screamed out, "Ahhhh! It hurts! Make it stop!" Her hands shook as she continued to hold her head, her vision becoming blurry. "I can't...I can't do it," she muttered, tears streaming down her face. "The pain...it's too much." The pain felt like a thousand knives piercing her skull, and she couldn't control it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. But the pain only seemed to grow more intense, and she let out another cry of pain.

The pain is like nothing I’ve ever felt—like someone’s trying to carve out my still-beating heart with serrated spoons while laying me on burning coals. It’s sharp. It’s constant. It’s everywhere. I can’t breathe, let alone speak. The pain only intensifies when Tomas and Jai touch me to lift me off the ground. I don’t even register why they’re carrying me until the sunlight hits my skin—and that is a whole new kind of agony. Like being flayed alive under a magnifying glass.

He was leaning his head against the high, cool leather of his chair, his eyes closed, when the pain hit. It was not a sharp sting or a dull ache. It was a cataclysm. A white-hot, searing agony that ripped through his soul like a lightning strike, tearing the very fabric of his being. It was a violation so profound, so complete, that it stole the air from his lungs and the strength from his limbs. A guttural, animalistic sound was torn from his throat, a cry of pure, unadulterated torment as he collapsed from his chair, his body hitting the floor with a heavy thud.