Tormentor Mine Novels & Stories

she breathed out the words heavily, the urgency in her voice made me pick my pace towards the training room. I got there to see Zen on the floor, writhing in pain. I accessed him with my eyes, four of his fingers were broken, his face had dry blood on them with more on his face and head. It's difficult to figure out if he's bleeding from his head or if he has a cut on his face.

“Fine, I will help you just because I want to get paid.” I chuckle following him outside. He finds a young boy promising something about money and sweets. “He will open the tunnel door from the other side,” he says. I nod just as the boy disappears. We stand behind the mansion building which is covered with thickets. The little boy reappears some minutes later covered in mud. I crawl through looking at Victor one more time. “Be careful my friend,” he says, his gaze soft. My lips tug up. “You too.”

A storm beneath the skin. He passed the gallery. The indoor pool. Even Joana’s greenhouse. Still no Andrei. Finally, it was Dimitri who found him. In the atrium, bathed in the light flooding in from the open roof. A drink in Zane’s hand, untouched. “You’ve rattled him,” Dimitri said from the doorway. Zane didn’t turn. “He’s not so easy to rattle.” “Oh, he’s cracked,” Dimitri said, voice low and amused. “You’re just too close to see it.”

“Do you work for the police, or are you just a paparazzi? You managed to eavesdrop on our little phone conversation, huh?” “It’s not my fault. The woman was yelling at you,” Kim said, giggling. “Oh, get ready. Ensure the area is secured." I gave the order to the squad. We were around a house in the middle of the woods at eight in the evening. The sniper is already ready, and we will be entering the area. We have been following them for several months, and we found out that their factory is here in the province. It was a factory for illegal drugs made into pills and capsules to facilitate export to other countries.

"You're here to end our misery and destroy the reign of leeches." "Maybe. What can you tell me about this place?" The man's eyes glowed with renewed ambition. He said his name was Otto and he worked in these mines from the day vampires conquered the territory. He was one of a few who managed to keep on living in such poor conditions. And I assumed in the past he must have been a fine strong wolf. The current sight was gloomy. Otto was tired. Mostly mentally tired. "The mines are just a cover. It's not their main business operation," he revealed.

His infected hand was wrapped tight in duct tape—a makeshift cast to keep the wound closed. "Fresh meat!" Torque shouted from his VIP box—a suspended crane cabin overlooking the arena. "The Big Man says he lifts heavy. Let's see if he hits heavy." A gate on the far side of the Pit groaned open. The crowd roared. Walking out of the shadows wasn't a man. It was a Mining Droid. Specifically, a "Demolisher Class" unit. It stood seven feet tall, painted hazard yellow, with thick armor plating. Its right arm ended in a rotary rock-drill. Its left arm was a massive hydraulic hammer.

Malakai continued, his voice growing quieter, "we found something unusual in his bloodwork." My mother leaned forward. "What kind of unusual?" "Traces of a compound called Colcibrenine. It's not something you'd encounter in normal circumstances." I frowned. "What is it?" "It's a synthetic compound, originally developed as a research chemical. In small doses, it causes fatigue and disorientation. The victim might think they're just getting older, maybe coming down with something. But in larger doses, accumulated over time..." He paused. "It can cause organ failure."

"Is that so? Do you believe me?" He laughed and shook his head, "it's not about belief, Charlotte, we both know that child isn't mine, but I'm willing to strike a deal with you. 50 million dollars, a house, and full responsibility of the child's education. In exchange, I want you out of my life."

Panic crushes my lungs. And then—he appears. The faceless man. Not to save me. To claim me. He's there in the chaos, part of it, his presence heavier than the storm. His hands pin mine, not cruel, but unyielding. His mouth is at my ear, his voice a low growl I can't quite make out, though the meaning is clear: you're mine now.

"Yeah, we crafted weapons out of stones since stones are hard to melt. The minotaurs are not very heavy in offense and are prone to damage as they’re pretty fragile. All you have to do is come up with materials that won’t easily melt and attack them with it." Sage burst into laughter. "I had no idea the minotaurs are so easily defeated. And to think Drogoton was almost destroyed because of them. Still, there aren’t that many stones in Geras, unlike Evercrest." Strider said calmly, "Geras is Navia’s city with the largest amount of gold, and gold has a high melting point. I've tested it out. You'll be able to kill them if you forge bullets out of gold." "We have a gold mine in the city, and it