Tormentor Novels & Stories

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.

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."

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.

“Alright, then.” TORAN’S CHAMBER Toran’s fingers drummed gently on the armrest of his chair, his dark gaze sharp. In his other hand, a bow swung loosely in his grip. He couldn’t sleep, so he gave in to what he craved most—more than sex. Bloodlust. “I’m really sorry, Ugly,” Toran muttered, his gaze fixed on the bed's direction. “You should blame the King for making me this angry—and that stupid bitch friend of yours… Arianna Greystone.”

As I stormed out of the room, my anger and frustration were boiling over. How could my son, my own flesh and blood, dare to challenge me like that? And Elora, she was a constant reminder of my infidelity, a mistake I couldn't overlook. The thought of her being in my pack, in my territory, made my blood boil.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

The duo huddled together for warmth in the cosy sofa. Miriam was quite tipsy from the shots of whisky and cigarettes as she curled up in Ben's arms. She felt a rage of emotional turbulence brewing within her while she struggled to free herself from the impact of the day's mix of events. Slowly, she removed herself from Ben's arms and staggered to her feet--still feeling the impact of alcohol. Ben followed suit hoping to steady her as she made to move away from the sofa. He grabbed her hips from behind and pressed his body against hers.

, Dawn urged as Lena walked towards her, face void of any and all expression. “Trying to reason with your friend is pointless”, the Siren said, in a bored tone “my venom is coursing through her, she’s under my complete control”. “Shut up”, Dawn snapped “Lena…you’re stronger than his sway”, she said to her friend, as she drew closer “If you can fight that nightmare in your head, you can fight this!” “I don’t want to”, Lena stated, wrapping her hands around the blackette’s throat and started to choke her.

In another moment, she would have been ashamed finding herself in a situation like this with him. But now the boundaries between right and wrong had faded for her. Her mind forgot to feel afraid of him, her heat forgot to hate him, had soul forgot to feel disgusted on herself for desiring a person like him who had just taken so many lives for her and tried to torment her because in that moment it was just him and that pleasurable pain he was giving her. Nothing mattered to her but just that tormentor and his sin which she was committing with him. He grabbed her hands and interwined their hands and pressed his forehead against her.

She lands on her back with a cry. There's a cacophony of shouts as Heather and the other girls descend on me, but the power vibrating in me is more than a dozen people could hold. They try to pin me down, but it's like the more they attempt to touch me, the more powerful and energized I become. I wrench my arms free and punch a girl square in the face. She cries out, blood spurting from her nose. I'm a tornado. I'm a tidal wave. A force of nature.