Torment Novels & Stories

"If you are really sorry, then go apologize to the girl you just tried to take advantage of and you see you and I can only be friends nothing more than that" Tory replies trying to be as clam as possible. "Humphrey if you don't have anything to say, I have to go to bed now and don't try anything funny trust me you wouldn't like the outcome" Tory said calmly but with anger evidence in her voice. She got back into the house and layed on the small mattress on the floor and started crying dispute everything going on she still thinks of Brenden and miss him. "Lord I know that everything that happens to me happens for a reason and all I ask is for you to give me the strength to move on with my lif

“Now, it just takes practice. After a while, you will be able to open your walls within seconds. Now, though, we're going to work on getting a supernatural ability into you. Is the door still open?” I nodded and he continued. “Junto is going to use ice on you. It will look really cool, but don't look at it or you will have another drowning experience.” I heard rustling from outside my walls and looked around. I didn't see anything. I peeked back out the door and saw the lightest blue form, coming right for me. The floating water came closer, circling and swirling as freely as it pleased. The hypnotizing pattern held me stiff in my tracks again as I watched it swirl over and over again.

Two weeks after Marcus's execution, the first wolf went mad. His name was Torren, a middle-aged male from the Eastern territories who'd carried one of my fragments. He'd been normal, functioning, grateful for his salvation. Then one morning, he woke screaming about voices in his head, clawing at his own skin, claiming something dark was growing inside him.

Torrent said, looking at me with unreadable expression. “There was a female I was forced to sleep with. Belinda said he was going to kill Jade if I didn't do it,” I said. “I didn't feel the pain of your action,” Torrent said. “I took the wolf's bane solution so that you wouldn't feel the pain,” I said. “Was that why I felt that disconnection from you?” Torrent asked. “Yes,” I answered. “Why didn't you tell me about it when you came back. It's been over a month, Rocha,” Torrent said sounding as if she were in pain. She had her back turned to me. She was staring out of the window.

" I clenched my jaw, staring at the wall. The pressure in the room was becoming physical. The heat from the hearth, the smell of my own blood, the relentless, rhythmic thumping of those godforsaken drums outside—it was all closing in on me. “Please! Irina, just tell them!” Torin was shouting now, his voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek. He was dragging himself across the floor toward the chair, his hands fumbling for the hem of my dress. “I can’t take it! I can’t watch it anymore! Tell them where the fucking Totem is so we can go!” “Shut up, Torin!” I screamed, the effort sending a fresh wave of agony through my ribs.

Torrent replied, chuckling as well. "You're a conceited one, aren't you?" Frank chuckled. "Amusing… But you have my attention now." "Oh, what an honor." Torrent laughed sarcastically. "You might not be aware of the situation, so allow me to enlighten you—I'm Torrent, and I've lived for over three thousand years, being the last cultivator in existence. "As for the power of the spiritron vein that you and your peers wield… I have a better name for it: Ichor."

She grips her chest as another round of pain hits, I won’t lie I feel like my soul is being ripped from my chest, but she will never see me fold in front of her. “Accept the rejection” I growl at her. She screws up her face as a mix of tears and sweat coats her face. She looks at me with such hatred I smile at her. “I accept your rejection” she spits through clenched teeth. An almighty pain has her screaming. I turn and the minute the door shuts behind me my legs buckle. I am on all four when Trent's hand finds my shoulder. “Come on mate, let's get you some fresh air. Luna sent the healer to bring you some herbs to help” Trent says as he helps me up.

As he drifted off, the name of his beloved Luna echoed gently in his dreams, filling his heart with warmth and hope for their reunion. Alpha Valle walked through the hot morning air, feeling the sweat pouring down his body. He grumbled about the unbearable heat of the human world. “Back in Antarctica, heat was only used when it was really needed,” he grumbled to himself. “But these humans had to call up that blazing sun, making us all suffer.”

A Tormentor. With each slap I pushed myself to choke out the numbers when all I wanted was to turn around and slap him once again, and then demand to have him give me the outstanding orgásm he had given me last night. On that thought I grew wetter, felt the warmth gathering at my entrance. To my horror, I realised I was actually waiting for the next hit. I liked the feel of his rough palm against my skin. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time because my body craved his touch.