Torment Novels & Stories

The Sovereign's face was pale, his own hands shaking as the ambient lunar withdrawal began to set into his own bones. Torin screamed. It wasn't a human sound, and it wasn't a wolf's howl. It was the horrific, tearing sound of biology trying to expand into a form that was strictly prohibited by physics. His ribs violently flared outward, cracking audibly under his skin, only to snap back into a human shape a microsecond later.

Not on this day, any day. The vibrant flowers she was holding in her hands were a stark contrast to the scarlet river of guilt that was on her face. With a raspy murmur, "I... I must have forgotten my other wallet," she explained. Her mouth felt metallic from the untruth she could taste on her tongue. A glimmer of doubt crossed Christian's eyes like a shadow moving across the light, weakening his grin. Maybe you just misjudged the price, Hazel? Are you sure? Hazel wanted the earth to burst apart and engulf her. She was aware that the truth would be much worse than uncertainty. Her funds had already been strained by Benjamin's incessant demands and lack of interest in her objectives, but they

In the meadow, the winds seemed to take on a malevolent life of their own, their force intensifying with each passing moment. They twisted and spiraled, whipping through the grass and causing mini-tornadoes to erupt from the churned ground. The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance.

Halfway. But the mechanism was adaptive. Sensing the weight shift on the floor plates, the ancient gears groaned louder and the cadence of the crushing iron suddenly doubled in speed. The predictable rhythm shattered into a chaotic, overlapping frenzy of pure destruction. "The override kicked in," Torin laughed aloud from the balcony, a booming sound of triumph. "Now the mountain gets its blood. No one can calculate the frenzy phase!" Liam’s hands clenched into tight fists inside his jacket pockets, his knuckles turning white. "Move, Anna," he whispered under his breath.

It wasn't satisfying. But it might work. As the meeting ended, Maya found herself alone with the temporal device again. She could still use it. Go back. Kill Victor before he starts. Change everything with one brutal choice. Or she could destroy it. Trust the plan they'd made. Believe that humanity could beat tyranny without becoming tyranny. Maya picked up the device. Walked to the window. And threw it as hard as she could into the frozen darkness outside. The device shattered on frozen concrete thirty feet below.

Torin's chains clanked against the cavern floor as Malachi's enforcers dragged him through the twisting tunnels, his naked body scraped raw by jagged rock. Blood from the blade nick at his throat dripped steadily, mixing with the sweat and grime caking his skin. Rage boiled in his veins, hotter than the bond's fire, fueling every snarl that ripped from his throat. Lyra's scent lingered on him—her pussy's slick heat, the salt of her tears—but it twisted into torment, knowing Malachi's hands had groped her breasts, his cock pressed against her ass. The Oracle's curse echoed in his skull: another male's touch on her would end him. But Malachi hadn't fucked her ye

Lightening fast, he twirled her around, and drew her in for a quick kiss,”Time to play our little game,” he growled in her ear. She stepped back from him, somewhat rattled,” Did you just growl?” “A little,” Drago admitted, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a beautiful woman in my arms,” “But, but,” she tried to get the words out, but she was too addled from his kiss, and the low growl he emitted. “Don’t worry, little girlfriend, I won’t eat you, yet,” His green eyes flashed a hint of amber. At this time, Madchen realized she was in trouble, or she was crazy, maybe a little of both.

My world is a mapped out labyrinth. A seemingly impossible quest to find anything in the latter. Something so simple for others, but to me an unobtainable thing. Serenity, the one thing I yearn for since I can remember. Right in the centre of all the chaos and destruction, I dare to say, was brought upon me by my beloved ones. In a world as dark and cunning as mine one would think to take the first opportunity and get away from it all. All the anger and desires burning one from the inside and starting anew.

Sierra and I both were keeping ourselves together, gathering our strength to face the upcoming storm of pain that would come along with the inevitable rejection. The truth was hard to accept nonetheless it was the truth— This mate bond is a curse. Having my tormentor as my mate was a curse that I had to reject even if it'd break me and tear me apart. No matter how hard it was to fight this mate bond, I had to do it. A trembling sigh left my mouth as I stared outside the window, it was late at night and the moon seemed to shine at its best yet there was this undefinable darkness that could be sensed but not seen. The silence felt strange and burdening.

He could only hope that there was signal out in the middle of nowhere so he could call the team closest to him for assistance. However, the minute he pulled his phone out, Lucas was slammed into from behind sending him crashing into the frozen ground. His forehead cracked against the earth with a sickening thud, the skin bursting open into a jagged wound and painting the snow beneath crimson. White dots filled his vision like exploding fireworks. His whole body screamed with pain and for a moment he thought he would lose consciousness again. But the growl above him had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, every synapse firing with adrenaline. He forced his mind to focus on the d