These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends Meaning Novels & Stories

Let go of the what-ifs, the delusions of a second chance. What we had burned—bright and fierce, but far too short. Like a flame that lit up the dark for a moment… then vanished. And that… was the end of us. (The End)

We explored the darkness together tonight. And I know, with icy certainty, that we are not done. That the worst, the true worst, is not this violence. It's what comes after. The next day. And all the others. The ember smolders. And a single spark, a glance, a suspicion, will be enough for everything to blaze again.

The sight I stumbled into jolted me like an electric shock. Aries and Adrien were lounging on their lavish leather couches, an air of relaxed dominance surrounding them. But it was the chaos unfolding before me that stole my breath. Delight stood there, gun in hand, her expression a twisted blend of fury and satisfaction. She had just shot a man in the head. The sickening sound of the bullet meeting flesh echoed in my ears, and the body crumpled to the floor like a discarded rag. “I told you to never cross me!” Delight yelled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Look at you now, dead on the floor, because you forgot the rules, asshole!”

Violence, sometimes, is a solution in need of hunger to make it complete. The first vessel was my nearest. I smiled without warmth, a professional’s courtesy. “You know the rules,” I told her. She nodded. The fear in her eyes was small and tidy. Useful. The bite was clean and clinical, and the woman’s muscles unclenched as if some tension was released out of her with the blood. I drank until the world narrowed to the sound of my own breathing and the slow exhalation of a body depleted but willing. I did not prolong it. I take what I need and leave the rest.

Or as safe as this place can be for me. I’m probably just being weak-willed with all this talk of fighting and killing, anyway and my body needs to learn it can’t have everything it desires as there are more important things than physical pleasure. Yet, I keep going back to how unhappy the thought of violence towards Cedric makes me feel.

They were a truth I had earned, a truth I felt a responsibility to share. I paused, reread, and nodded. That, at least, was factual. I continued, the memory of the Red Room flogging still vivid in my mind: “Unlike depictions in mainstream media, scenes are not spontaneous acts of violence but carefully crafted exchanges. The motto ‘safe, sane and consensual’ means that activities are based on informed consent of sound-minded adults. Pain is not inflicted for punishment but for pleasure, catharsis, and the forging of deep trust.” I thought of the man’s face, not in pain, but in blissful surrender. The reality of it was so much more complex, so much more beautiful than any of my old assumption

“You are not safe.” The porcelain trembled between my fingers. “I know.” “No,” she said gently. “You do not.” Her dark eyes caught the light like polished obsidian. “When my husband hunts, blood settles into him. Violence settles into him. He returns with an appetite that is… unkind.” She paused, studying the surface of her tea. “And the pack celebrates it. They call it strength.” My stomach twisted. “What does that mean for me?” She took a slow sip before answering.

What are you willing to sacrifice? He snapped his fingers and Juliette clenched her hands into fists and pulled again, a little sneer tugging on the corners of her mouth. Violent pain exploded through my body, cluster bombs of fire ravaging muscle, bone and flesh. Tears streamed down my face. Sweat poured down my back. Pinpricks of light began exploding in my eyes. I felt the pain overwhelming me, dragging me down, darkness blurring the edge of my vision. She was going to do this. I could see it in her expression, that mad lust for pain and suffering. She wanted me dead, but she was going to make damn sure she enjoyed every last second of my pathetic life as she tortured me.

Una finished his own sentence for him. “Yes, but don’t focus on that. Focus on the end result of the act. People get absolved. They stop committing sins.” Una shook her head in disbelief. “You’re trying to tell me that the ends justify the means? Don’t even―no! So you’re trying to tell me that since you enjoying murdering people, you make it your purpose to kill everyone you think is a bad person and you believe that by doing so, you are freeing them from their sins and stopping them from committing more sins. Am I right so far?”

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.