Torment Movie Fallen 2 Novels & Stories

The torment of the fall felt endless, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Pow! Pow!

A few students gawked, not quite believing that the sunshine boy would take up a fight, much less beating the crap out of them. Nathan didn't care about anything at the moment. His head was spinning with anger, blood ringing in his ears. He felt like his being was drowning. Nathan saw himself in Timothy's place, struggling to survive. The boy focused ahead when he felt the warmth around him disappear. His vision captured Timothy pulling a tall man towards him. Whatever the younger said didn't reach Nathan's ears. All he could feel was his ears pounding, body on the verge of giving up. His sight blurred with hot tears, skin tingling when a tender touch rested against his cheek. Nathan tried t

The sterile lab was instantly bathed in an ominous red glow as the overhead warning light began to flash, pulsing in sync with a loud, echoing ton… ton… ton — the unmistakable sound of critical failure. The doctors froze. Torres stiffened, her hand hovering mid-air above her datapad. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes dropped, as if willing the readout on the tablet to say something else. Hartman rubbed a trembling hand over his face, his shoulders slumping under the weight of yet another failed test. “What’s going on?” Emily asked sharply, turning to face them, her voice edged with alarm. Torres looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. “We lost him.”

I dive back to my bed Tori nervously ask"Your mum, is she your birth mum?" I instantly reply "Yea, why?" "Never mind. Well I am checking G****e for some answers," Tori said as she taps her phone "found something" Tommy and I went close to her "So I searched Starfall's deaths miss p, and trust me there's a lot of ladies whose name starts with a P and how did I know the right one? well, she was confirmed missing by her family and look at this, it says she was engaged to Kenneth Walters, my grandfather"

It was in pain, and seeing Tarragon and myself, it had focused its wrath on us. Its sudden appearance knocked Tarragon, who stood closest to the tear, off her feet, Intuin Desparen falling from her hand. One of the monster’s flailing legs kicked it towards the portal whilst another stabbed down through Tarragon’s thigh, pinning her to the ground. Tarragon screamed, a terrible sound of desperate pain.

Not to talk about those eyes that seemed to see through my soul. The last thing I want to feel in my life is love, as that would be the beginning of my downfall. Falling in love will destroy all my plans because it will make me feel bad for Torian. Once that happens, it is all over, and last night was so close to it.

she whispered, her voice finally her own. ​"We gave them back their voices," Leo said, his voice ragged but clear. ​When the light faded, Ren was still standing on the pedestal. But he looked... different. The violet glow was gone. His eyes were no longer stars; they were a simple, human brown. He looked down at his hands, a look of profound peace on his face. ​"It’s quiet," Ren whispered. "For the first time in my life... it’s just quiet." ​But the victory was short-lived. A low rumble shook the tower, not a frequency, but a physical earthquake. On the monitors, they saw the "Vaults of the First Den" collapsing. Thorne had used the final moments of the power spike to trigger a self-destruct

The Fallen’s face darkened at once upon her threatening. She didn’t expect her words to immediate take an affect, knowing that creature of Hell love violence and didn’t seem to be scared of the thoughts of death. Much to her fortune, she noticed how the Fallens are rather scared of deaths and pain, claiming that he didn’t want to fail his contract to hurt Dominic for the fear of pain. She wondered if it worked, looking carefully at the Fallen’s purple eyes as he seemed to be annoyed.

He shook his head. "Daniel Grigori..." He trailed on. I remained confused. He sighed and stood up straight. "I'm a fallen." "Fallen? You're an angel?" I backed away and dissolved into a puddle of laughter. My stomach was shaking now. "Oh-oh my God." I continued laughing and turned to look at my unconscious mother. "He's an angel." I told her, laughing even harder. The 'fallen' looked at me weirdly. "I have met a lot of weird and psychotic human beings but you, Dawn Turner, are by far the worst." I stopped laughing and glared at him.

I tormented her until she couldn't physically or emotionally depend on anyone but me. However, I didn't understand the limitations of her punishments because I never had to think about limits. I never had to set boundaries, I never had to reflect too hard on how I had to proceed with torment. I didn't understand how much I was pushing her until her soul fell to its death caused by me until she no longer was the Zara I came to know. I fucked her up and made her into someone I can't recognize anymore, yet, at the same time, I can because her eyes have started reflecting the same insanity that burns within me.