Torment Novels & Stories

Her bones became denser and her hair grew back as a cloud of pale blonde around her head. She reacquainted herself with her old limbs before sitting up. She stared up into the canopy of trees above her and tried to map out where in the forest she was. The Forest of Torment was given its name for it gave illusions to those miserable enough to get lost inside. The forest could see deep into someone’s soul and find their worst fears and torture them with it until they either died or went insane.

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

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

If Blake was to stay here and I was to go to Darkness on my own, we would feel the effects of it within a day. We would both fall sick, be unwilling to do anything of our routines, we would refuse to eat and we would basically be useless as werewolves. The mate bond was for life and, when it was as strong as ours is, it was dangerous for us to be apart. "I don't expect you to forgive me Jamie but you just need to know that I truly am sorry. I never wanted any of what has happened but I would like it if you would consider joining us in Darkness," I smiled weakly at her.

I drank every single drop of the bottle and two more bottles of vodka before stopping as I lost my sense after that. The morning was more painful than the night I spent watching Lyra with another man. The headache was so boisterous about its presence that I couldn’t hear anything around me at all for a few seconds. I clasped my head with both of my hands and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you doing, boss man?” I raised my head slowly and found Matero in the doorway of my bedroom. “I am in hell,” I whispered. “I know. The way you emptied three bottles last night, I am surprised to see you are able to get up in the morning.”

But what I could stop… What I would stop… Was allowing him to do this to me anymore. My jaw tightened slowly while I wiped angrily at my face, because somewhere between the candles and the shattered plates, something inside me finally cracked wide open enough to let reality in. Torin might care about me. Hell, maybe he even loved me in whatever damaged way a man like him knew how. But love without respect? Without loyalty? Without choosing someone when temptation stood right in front of you? What the hell was that worth? A fresh wave of hurt rolled through me hard enough to make me curl slightly inward again.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

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.

A mist thicker and colder than the outside started to envelope the tortorantula along with her . As the user , Chelsea could of course see through the mist but the tortorantula could not . It let out a shrill shriek that was fierce enough to raise all the hair on her body . The tortorantula started to knock around , shattering pieces of ice , letting out a huge bellow of anger . Chelsea leaped straight up, kicking off from the huge icicles , using it as a springboard, she shot out like a bullet fired from gun, landing right under the tortorantula .

He lets out a snort. “I have tried killing myself many times, but I never stay dead, every time this cycle with you has restarted. I’m right back here. Wandering around like a lost soul.” “Surely Amber knows?” she had too. It was her creation, how could she not know there was a loop. Torque drops his head with a slight nod. “I believe that she has got so caught up in bringing you here and making you suffer, that she has forgotten me.” When he lifts his head, his red eyes are watery. I felt bad for him.