Torment Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

It was a heavy, deep, persistent ache that Torin’s soft, frantic fumbling hadn't even come close to satisfying. I needed a drink. I needed something dark and incredibly strong to numb the buzzing in my head, because if I stayed alone in this quiet room for one more minute with the thought of that barbarian Alpha fucking my daughter right now while I was left shivering and starved for it, I was going to lose my mind.

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.