Torment Novels & Stories

“Run, why don’t you f*cking run? Didn’t you claim to be the God of Wind? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to catch up with you? Son of a b*tch. Do you really think you’re Whispering Wind?” *Bang, bang, bang…* Within a few seconds, Tyr had landed at least a hundred punches on Torbert. Even a freak like Matthew would have been smashed to death by Tyr with so many punches, but Torbert could withstand these attacks. It was unbelievable. With over a hundred punches thrown at him, he only suffered some external wounds. However, the pain was inevitable. Every time Tyr threw a punch, Torbert would scream in pain. Eventually, Torbert couldn’t take it anymore. Even if he was very resilient, he couldn’

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.

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

He growled through the pain, spinning around and launching himself at it. But the third, the faceless one, had wrapped around his back leg. It dragged him down with impossible strength. His body slammed against a rock. He coughed hard, blood spilling from his mouth. One of the demons snarled like it would feed on him, but suddenly released him. Torin didn’t understand why. “The Khora lives within him…” They paused. Their bloodthirsty expressions shifted. One hissed and backed away slightly, sniffing the air around Torin.

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?

Kaelen barked, his voice echoing across the balcony. Torin slammed his back against the stone pillar, gripping his bleeding shoulder. His face twisted into a snarl of hatred as he looked at Kaelen. "You fool," Torin choked out, spitting blood onto the white marble floor. "You’re throwing away the entire Northern Territory for a rogue and a child who shouldn't exist!"

“Stand there like a suffering saint and act as if admitting guilt makes you better.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “It does not.” “Then stop sounding forgiven.” “I am not asking for forgiveness.” “Good, because I have none to give.” Adrian lowered his eyes briefly. When he looked up again, the control was back, but it was not whole. Lucas could see the crack now. Once seen, it could not be unseen. Adrian walked to the fireplace. Lucas stiffened. “What are you doing?” Adrian did not answer. He struck a match and held the flame to the corner of the paper.

He starts chanting his incantations to see what he can do to stop the shift from happening. His eyes turn completely white and the only words that come out of his mouth are. "Estelle. Estelle. Estelle." It feels like the wind is swirling around the room. I watch Tora's eyes change but they don't change from his crazy yellow, they just get darker. Almost like honey. "Argos. Stop trying to shift. You're going to kill Tora.." I plead but nothing changes. "HE MET HIS MATE AND HE LEFT HER THERE?!?!?!" Soran, the healer growls. He starts whispering something in Italian.

It was unusually beautiful that she thought what was meant to call her up from sleep early might be the cause of her waking up late in the morning, because, definitely, she could stay up all night watching it. Five minutes later, she saw a large, spinning whorl gradually emerging from beneath. Then she watched the planets spiralling into it. The whorl grew larger and larger as it swallowed the planets. She suddenly began feeling drowsy while she watched the drama, yawning and trying to keep her eyes wide. When the star spiralled into the whorl at last, Frances's eyes began to deem unrestrained. The whorl gradually began a disappearance, and her eyes got ever heavier. She finally fell into de

Damien said that two demons biting each other was like marriage in the underworld, but Kora and Lucifer were a special couple here and I wasn’t sure. “Not a lot of people know this, but I am also known as the goddess of destruction17, so I already had a little tainted blood in me,” she winked and I chuckled at her playfulness, remembering that she just made the ground eat her husband, “but if you are asking if we have bitten each other, the answer is yes,” she seemed less than thrilled about it and I couldn’t help myself but ask. “But you said you’re in love with him, isn’t it a good thing?”