Torment Novels & Stories

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: T. S. My nails bit into my palms so hard I broke the skin, the scent of my own blood hitting my nose. Torrent Shadow. The phantom hacker who had vanished from the global underground five years ago. The one who had cracked the Lycan Council's private vaults. The one everyone assumed was a myth, or dead. I was Torrent Shadow. But I wasn't touching a keyboard. "A ghost from the past," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at the red letters. "The phantom."

CHAPTER 86: A button Marena’s body trembled violently now, her limbs stiffening as her breath hitched in broken gasps. Her head rolled to the side, eyes glassy and unfocused. She was in so much pain, and she was tired of it. She was ready to give up. Nero caught her chin and forced her to look at him. “Stay with me, Marena. Don’t you dare give up right now. I'm yet to torture you for spiking my drink.”

[The Liquidation] The mountain didn't just shake; it groaned, a low-frequency tectonic scream that vibrated through the soles of my feet and settled in my teeth. The red warning text on the console—TERMINATION SEQUENCE INITIATED—pulsed like a bleeding artery, casting a rhythmic, crimson glow over the twelve versions of my own face.

excited Elena rushed to the door to see what Rob had gotten for her. She opened the door with excitement which quickly changed to confusion. All she could see was Rob standing in front of her drunk and shirtless "Uhm uncle what did you get for me?" She asked. Rob gave her no response and just stared at her body. uncomfortable with the way he looked at her she tried to close the door but Rob held the door open and forced his way into her room "I want you, Elena, I want you" he said drunkenly. "Elena, Elena... where are you?" she heard Britney call out. "Oh no, that must be aunt, She's back. You need to go please." shivering she sat on the bed as Rob made his way out. "ELENA!!" Britney yelled

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.”

It had to be really bad. Jacob cocked his head, continued to stare up into the corner, and then grinned before he turned to face 416. “The camera is off now. No record is being made of this. What Dr. Trent doesn’t know is that you are going to have a horrible accident, you freak. You shouldn’t have fucked with me. I warned you that I’d take you out.” He grabbed the bag he’d carried into the room. “Nobody breaks my nose and lives. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would be punished. I just bided my time.” He pulled out a syringe. “You’re going to die, you bastard!”

I groaned in frustration, grappling with the pain and confusion. The pain reached a crescendo, and in a desperate bid for relief, I released it. The pent-up power surged outward, the sheer force toppling trees in its wake before enveloping me in a shimmering fog. I shut my eyes against the flood of memories carried by the fog, but resistance was futile. I was transported once more, this time into the Alpha's mate.

“An Alpha heir, crying like a bitch in a dirty hallway. You look pathetic, Torin.” Torin let go of the glass bottle, letting it drop straight to the floorboards. The glass shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces, splashing the dark liquid across his leather shoes. He fell directly to his knees in the middle of the mess, his hands clawing desperately at the dirty mattress on the floor. He leaned his head down, sniffing the gray sheets like a desperate dog trying to find a lost trail.

"I'm here. What do you want?" "To warn you. Turn back. Morpheus will not be reasoned with. He will not be converted. He will freeze the Circle, and all your love will turn to ice." "You're not warning me. You're threatening me." "I'm saving you. There is a difference." --- I stepped forward. "Tor, you were Somnia's friend. You laughed once. You loved once. You lost. That doesn't mean you stop trying." "I stopped trying millennia ago. I am at peace."