Torment 소설 & 이야기

But then, the worst thing happened. One huge hybrid homunculus—this is what Fenrir called it when he ran towards us as this huge beast tried to kill him—came with a huge, eerie grin plastered on its distorted face. It is ten times.. and I really meant it! Ten times more ugly and eerie than the upgraded ones. “I am so tired! I thought we finished all of them already!” Tori ranted, and the hybrid instantly snapped its head towards her and flicked its fingers. Everyone screamed as Tori was swept towards the castle walls.

He was kind enough not to kill me, so I want to return the favor. The Tormentian blinks blearily at me, then he looks over my shoulder and his eyes widen. “It isn’t for you!” Another hybrid lunges into my side, knocking me off the vampire. What was it with Tormentians and sneak attacks?! “That’s not very sporting, Randall,” the Tormentian on the ground grunts at the large gray wolf. Randall snorts and grips my arm in his teeth, giving it a good shake, his teeth tearing into my flesh.

Emotions hung heavy: Alya's resolve to push forward warring with fatigue, Kael's secrecy a silent weight, Lila's sorrow a quiet ache. A rustle from the treeline shattered the calm, branches parting as Torin stumbled into the clearing—a lanky figure with mousy brown hair disheveled and matted, his simple tunic torn and bloodied, brown eyes wide with desperation. He collapsed to his knees in the grass, the lupines brushing his legs, his breath ragged, the scent of blood and cult rot clinging to him like a curse. Emotions etched his face: fear widening his eyes, remorse twisting his features, a frantic hope that he'd be believed.

"The Southern army has your gates. Your wells are ruined. Even if you kill me, you have nothing to feed the pups." I looked at the ground beneath Torvald's paws. The shelf was not solid rock; it was a thick sheet of ancient ice, cracked and stressed by the high winds. Torvald was heavy, his six hundred pound frame putting a massive strain on the outer edge. I did not look at Killian. I did not send a thought through our mate bond. I simply focused on the cold. I did not try to hit Torvald with a pulse. I did not have the strength. Instead, I drove the very last of my silver energy down through my boots, sending a silent, freezing current directly into the ice beneath our feet.

I couldn’t give up; I wasn’t about to let my father die if I could help it! Through the bond, I could see the clouds in the distance. Every one of them was black clouds and swirling all around me. Some were mixing with others and some drifting farther away from my reach. I couldn’t lock onto any of them. There was a red glow in the background, and I could hear Apache howling in pain. I tried calling to him, but he couldn’t find my voice. He kept howling in pain and running in circles. The tether was beginning to break. No! It can’t break! That means only one thing. His legs started to tremble, followed by his arms and hands. Suddenly, his whole body started to shake violently, and I could he

Then warmth spread between my legs. It felt like my body was being torn apart. I convulsed in agony, my screams splintering in the air. My wolf pup... it was gone... I sank to my knees in a pool of blood. My chest ached as if it had been ripped open. I held the tiny bloody bundle to my chest and screamed in anguish. Every cry tore through my chest. Xavier... can you hear me? Xavier—! Despair, pain, and rage erupted into a raw, savage fury.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

His arm stayed around my waist, firm and familiar, and I could feel his body pressing into mine like it belonged there. That grin alone was enough to make my brain melt as it was the same one from last night when he made me forget who I was. The power had shifted, and now he was the one playing with fire while I stood there burning. I should’ve known better than to start anything with someone as dangerous as Nico. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t safe. And now I’d poked the devil, and the devil was having fun. The panic was there, real and loud, but so was the heat. And he could feel it. He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"You know when is the most troubling phase of your life? When everything that belongs to you is snatched from you, when everyone who belongs to you turns their face away from you, and leaves you all alone in this cruel world in which every single man is nothing more than a beast roaming around you ready to pluck your body. In this state, it's only you or your Allah who knows how much tormenting and horrible life you are going through. Every single breath you take becomes a burden on you. Neither you can live nor you can die. This cruel world asks for compensation for living your life…" Hammad was sitting on the bed looking at Zaniya who was sitting on a wooden