Torment Novels & Stories

the beast roared, demand after demand crashing against Torin's logic. "Shut up," Torin snarled out loud to the empty room, pressing his fists against his temples. "It’s a lie. It’s an illusion." He stormed over to his heavy mahogany desk, grabbing a crystal decanter of amber fire-whiskey and pouring a glass with a shaking hand. He knocked the burning liquid back in a single swallow, hoping the harsh heat would drown out the phantom scent of winter snow and wild mint that had suddenly overwritten his senses. But the scent lingered, trapped in his throat, mocking him.

It was designed to shatter me into nothing. The final was dubbed the Gate of Torment. It was the lowest pit of Hell. Everything was either dead or in a constant state of decay. This was where the things of nightmares truly loved to play. I was their favorite chew toy. Whatever damage I incurred while asleep carried over to my body because it was the marvelous beauty of Hell. The cuts, scars, and damage were permanently etched onto my real body. They were great reminders of my new fucking reality.

My resolves breaks into fragments of dusts. Goddess help me because I am totally fucked. -----

The wolf folk believed that making the right choice on the day they would become adults would set the course for the rest of their lives. Torin scoffs at the idea of his mate. “Sable's a fool, who would want to mate like her, I plan to reject her on my 18th birthday.” Torin's cruel words strike a blow to my heart, causing it to sink in despair. It's as if the very foundation of my being has been shattered, leaving me feeling defenseless and open to the world's harshness. The intensity of my emotions becomes overwhelming, and tears begin to pool in my eyes, ready to cascade down my cheeks. However, I summon every ounce of strength within me to prevent them from falling, determined not to reve

Imogene replied, her voice one of satisfaction. The black cat’s mewing became more frantic, echoing through the clearing but no one paid attention to it. A surge of power blew through the clearing like a cyclone, lifting leaves, snapping branches, and sending Elira sprawling to the ground. The bond—Torin’s bond to Freya—ripped apart inside him, leaving only pain and cold. All Torin could do was fall to his knees. His claws retracted uselessly into his palms. A dull ache pulsed at the center of his chest, deeper than bone, deeper than muscle. It was soul-wrenching.

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

Tor screamed in pain as she just broke his knuckles. “Holy shit!” Duke was on his feet. Just like everyone, he was shocked by the sudden turn of events. I couldn’t help but smile as I felt so proud of her, but I remained in my seat. Tor just crippled his dominant hand. Even if he healed faster, he couldn’t use it for several minutes to hours. As he tried to block Shadow’s strike with his left, he was still suffering from pain. Shadow took her chance with a calf kick to Tor’s knee. The crack sound echoed, landing Tor on the ground.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.