Tornado Of Terror

"Behold!" The Priestess yelled above the noise of the crowd. It became deathly silent. She could feel the malevolent eyes of the crowd on her and she didn't know why. "The Fox!" Cassidy let out a yip of horror that echoed in the silent village. A Fox Shifter. Cassidy was a Fox. Terror coursed through her smaller body. In all her pleading with the Moon Goddess, she had never thought she would be so terribly cursed. She would be torn limb from limb by the crowd. Shifting to the Fox was a death sentence. Neither prey nor an apex predator, the Fox was an outlier in Shifter society. The crowd roared as one as the High Priestess lifted her. "Run Cassidy, no-clan, and know that pain is only temporary." She whispered softly, before tossing Cassidy into the waiting crowd. All Cassidy had ever wanted was to survive her first Shift. If she didn't end up as prey, all the better. As the illegitimate child of the aging Alpha, and daughter of a rabbit shifter drudge, Cassidy knew the world was an unfair place for those who were not born predator. No one expected Cassidy to be a fox, least of all her. Reviled and feared by predator and prey alike, fox shifters were cast out from home and clan, into the wilderness. If they were lucky. And Cassidy had never been all that acquainted with luck. Rejected by her clan, beaten and broken, left for dead...Cassidy welcomed the darkness. But death will have to wait for her just a little longer. The Lycan King has need of a new assassin, and Cassidy is forced into his world of intrigue, politics, and romance.

This is not a tale about roses and first kisses. It is a tale of primal lust and irresistible attraction between mates that were never meant to be together. Soon to be eighteen, Seraya will be mated to her childhood sweetheart on her eighteenth birthday and finally be able to trigger her shift. But what if he betrays her and claims another? Seraya is devastated, heartbroken, shunned and abandoned by the pack, perfect prey as she falls into the Drazien's lap. Drazien is everything her childhood lover is not, harder, rougher, older, and much more ruthless. Often called Fenrir's heir, he is the one of the five Lycans that rule the werewolf community from the shadows. His name alone is enough to strike terror in his enemies's hearts. When he is not killing, he is fucking and he never touches virgins. He offers her a contract; a fake mate bond for a month and in exchange, he will trigger her shift and get revenge on the ones that betrayed her. For a month, they must pretend to be in love but in private, the line is clear. Drazien wants nothing to do with virgins so why is it the most difficult thing in the world to keep his hands off this one? But Drazien is a man with many enemies and they just found the only weak link in his armor. Threats begin as warnings, and then her life becomes targeted such that it is now a full time job to keep her alive, forcing them even closer. In a month of danger, lust, drama and betrayals. Can Drazien keep his oath to abstain from her? And what if he cannot protect her all the time from the threats? Step into Seraya and Drazien's world to find out!

"You belong to me, Cora," he said calmly as he eased in and out of my mouth with his hand wrapped around my hair in a painful grip, "you're mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to break and the sooner you accept it, the better it'll be for you." "Fuck..." my words died in my throat as he started to fuck my mouth with reckless abandon and the pain and pleasure mixed into a horrifying combination that made heat pool in my core and sent a wave of arousal so strong to course through my entire body. ****** Cora has always had a perfect life until her life is upended by a the most feared Lycan King who takes her captive after killing her family for daring to cross him. Even as the Lycan makes her his slave and subjects her to the most inhumane treatment in the name of breaking her, the desire to avenge her family's death never for once stopped burning within in, even when the lines start to blur between passion and revenge. Kai feeds on the fear his strength and reign of terror spreads through the heart of all the werewolves. He has never met a werewolve that won't cower in his presence until Cora, an ordinary she-wolf who attempts to kill him on their first meet. He wants to break her to put her in her place but slowly, lines start to blur and he nursing feelings for the she-wolf who'd kill him even if that's the last thing she'd ever do.

When Thalia wakes reborn in the heart of Silverpine—a secluded werewolf pack—she remembers only fragments: the terror of her escape, the fire she unleashed, the coven sisters she left behind. Haunted by guilt and desperate to hide her witch’s power, Thalia is forced to play the role of the Alpha’s fated mate to protect herself and the pack from enemies within and without. Silverpine is a fortress of secrets, suspicion, and pack law. The council circles, hungry for weakness. Livia, the Alpha’s rival, wants Thalia gone. Only a handful know the truth of Thalia’s magic—and if word spreads, it will mean death for her and danger for the wolves she’s learning to care for. As she navigates brutal trials and dangerous alliances, Thalia is drawn to Rowan, the troubled Alpha who carries scars—physical and emotional—from battles with witches long past. Their fake engagement ignites a bond that neither can ignore, but trust is as dangerous as betrayal. When Rowan’s need for a mate clashes with Thalia’s instinct for survival, both are forced to confront the wounds of their pasts. Haunted by memories of her old coven—of Mira, the friend she left to burn—Thalia must decide: keep hiding, or reclaim the full force of her power. But the magic that saved her may destroy everything she’s come to love. As rival packs close in and the council demands blood, Thalia must choose between saving Silverpine and saving herself. In the ashes of her past, can she forge a new future—or will old betrayals rise to consume them all? A witch among wolves. A lie that can’t last. And a power that refuses to stay buried.

[Heyyy! Gadis kampung! Ini peringatan saya yang ke sekian! Kamu pake guna-guna apa, hah?! Cepetan hilangkan ilmu hitam yang kamu kirimkan pada Ashraf! Kamu tidak pantas menjadi menantu di keluarga Adireja!] Aku menghela napas panjang. Sehari setelah aku menerima lamaran Tuan Muda Ashraf, aku selalu mendapatkan terror dari nomor yang tidak dikenal. Pikiranku yang sedang kacau oleh hal itu, bertambah runyam oleh omelan yang keluar dari mulut cabenya Teh Selvi. “Kalau semua ayam yang kamu goreng gosong? Kamu pergi lagi ke pasar beli ayam lagi pake duit kamu sendiri, punya gak?” cibirnya. Dia tak pernah bosan menghinaku karena kastaku yang dianggapnya rendahan. Aku lupa ada sepasang netra yang menatapku sambil berlinang. “Ibu kenapa?” Aku menoleh ke arahnya setelah Teh Selvi berlalu. “Maafin Ibu sama ayah kamu, Ta! Kalau saja kami punya uang dan menyekolahkan kamu tinggi, mungkin kakak-kakak sepupumu tidak akan merendahkanmu seperti ini?” isaknya. Wa’ Imah hanya sesekali melirik kearahku dan Ibu. “Bu, sudahlah! Sinta tidak apa-apa! Tuhan tidak akan salah memilih orang yang akan Dia tinggikan, Allah tidak hanya melihat dari pendidikannya. Meskipun seluruh dunia merendahkan orang itu, jika Allah meninggikannya semua bisa apa? Ibu hanya perlu mendoakanku agar tetap menjadi orang yang penuh syukur dan berada di jalan-Nya. Ibu mau kan jika Allah memilihku dan meninggikan derajat kita suatu hari nanti?”

Cynthia Perin is a 19-year-old art teacher.She is kidnapped by mysterious people and held in a cage in a villa as she walks home from school after class. When Cynthia wakes up, she discovers that her abductor is Carlo Ricci, a wandering young fool she once took in.Carlo regains all his memories and his identity as the head of Mafia North. He turns back into a man full of danger. Carlo takes advantage of his drunkenness to have forced sex with Cynthia in his cage. He violently takes Cynthia's first time. Carlo hates Cynthia for treating him like an abandoned dog and abandoning him at will. He had loved his master-Cynthia Perin so faithfully. Now it's his turn to trap her in the prison of his possessiveness and torture her... And Cynthia is planning to inform Antonio, her former crush, to come to her rescue ...... "I can't give you the freedom to leave with another man! That's my bottom line Cynthia. leave me and I'll kill him!" ...... "No! Don't touch there!" Cynthia shrieked, it was the secret garden in the deepest part of her body.Cynthia could not struggle out of his grip, fear and terror taking over inside. Her sensitive body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. "Cynthia you ARE mine!!!" Carlo muttered in a drunken slur, but his hands kept moving. The warm touch enveloped his icy heart tightly.It was as if this was the only way he could gain what little security he had left. Dangerous lust burns beneath their bellies and the sound of the gang betraying gunfire seems surrounds Carlo. It didn't matter, as long as Cynthia was entirely under his control. It didn't matter...it didn't matter...

"Let me go," She said, twisting her arm, trying to wriggle out of his brutal hold. His proximity had her heart jackhammering in her ears as tears threatened to spill out. The beast of a man roughly turned her around before grabbing her delicate throat in his big veiny hand as he yanked her to him. His tan skin contrasted against her snow one as his thumb stroked the soft flesh of her swan-like neck. Her toes were barely touching the ground as she stared petrified at the man hovering over her seemingly deranged. His hot breath caressed her face and had chills running down her spine. He looked possessed. "You're mine, f*cking MINE!" He seethed a low rumble as she flinched away. His amber rims were blazing pits as they gazed at her with an unadulterated ferocity. Her chin wobbled and her plump lips trembled as the girl shook her head trying to get away from him and her struggles grew frantic. She was so scared. His jaw clenched and his nose flared in rage. "So you won't listen, huh." He rasped in a low snarl before letting her go. She took three steps away from him, clutching her hands on her chest. Her whole body trembled wildly as she saw him locking the door before he faced her while unbuttoning his shirt and her heart dropped down into the depths of utter terror, she shook her head involuntarily. "Strip, little tigress. Strip for me." He gritted viciously causing her heart to lurch to her mouth.

🔥 WARNING: SLOW BURN and RICH IN NARRATIVE 🔥 Ashley and Josh were in a political marriage. At first, Ashley went along with it because she had liked Josh since childhood. But for Josh, it was a different story. He was head over heels for his girlfriend, Sharon. Josh was always cold to her and openly prioritized Sharon over everything else. It felt like torture for Ashley, and it seemed like it was only her who was dealing with it. Even worse, when they moved to Los Angeles, Sharon was brought along. Ashley desperately wanted to get out of the hell that Josh had built for her, but she was hindered by the agreement she had made with her family. There would be fatal consequences she might face if she divorced Josh. The only option she had was to have Josh be the one to file for divorce instead. So she did everything she could to make Josh, who was usually apathetic, turn to hating her. With help from Mark, CEO of Ashley's workplace and Josh's rival company, Ashley intensifies her efforts to carry out her plans to escape Josh. But at the same time, unexpectedly, she begins to experience a series of horrors that threaten her life. Ashley suspects that Josh is the mastermind behind all of this and urges herself to be more cautious in her actions. "My husband, Josh Lim, is the only person who will benefit from my death.” Surprisingly, Josh and—especially—Sharon are not spared as the target of terror, which makes Josh and Ashley strongly suspicious of each other. Their secret investigations lead to the revelation of dark secrets between their families. _________ × The beginning focus heavily on Josh and Sharon. × Josh and Ashley’s relationship will begin intensely from Chapter 50.

“Do you think locking me up here will make me yours?” I whispered, eyes burning with unshed tears. “I’m not a thing you can own, Alpha. I will never be yours! You have the deed to my body, but you’ll never have the deed to my soul!” He stepped closer, his gaze unwavering.“You’re right. I don’t own your soul. But I will make you mine in ways you’ll never expect. Besides, wildflower, you’re already mine in ways you can’t even understand.” ************************* When the new Alpha King’s regime was implemented, the whole werewolf world was turned on its head, and corruption, greed, and terror spread across the land. The old alphas fell from power along with all their packs and families. Verania Waters was no exception—as the daughter of an old alpha, she received the worst treatment. Raised by a woman who hated her, once she turned twenty-one, she was sold in an auction to the notorious Rasmon Olafur, dubbed the Cruel Alpha, to become nothing more than a tool for procreation. A breeder. Ruthless, cold, and commanding, he kept her locked in his mansion, where her only purpose was to give him heirs. However, as the days went by, Verania began to see glimpses of a man behind the cruel mask—one haunted by secrets, fear, and a dark past that shaped him into who he is. It called to her in ways she couldn’t explain. But the truth was far darker than she could ever have imagined. In this deadly game of deception and power, could Verania trust the Cruel Alpha? Or would the lie she spun trap them both in a world where love was the greatest risk of all?

Trigger Warning: This story explores difficult themes including emotional and physical abuse, coercion, non-consensual drugging, obsession, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised. Love. Lust. Obsession. Three very different men, but they all have one thing in common... Me. I was just a waitress. A woman with burned bridges and a dream of starting over. I thought I was finally free. A clean slate. I was so close... so close to gaining the independence I fought so hard for, until darkness came again, only this time… tenfold. One’s lust wants to own me. Another’s obsession seeks to break me. The third... I’m drawn to. He treated me like no one else did. I thought I could trust him. Then something shifted. Something terrifying. Hope fades when your body is not yours, your voice is silenced, and freedom is denied. --- As my fingertips brushed the smooth metal surface of the handle, claw-like fingers sank into my fleshy hips. I cried out in pure terror, the wind knocked out of me as my back slammed against his chest. “You’re really not leaving without saying goodbye to me, are you, sweetheart?” he growled. His eyes glowed an eerie garnet. “Remember, you belong to me now, Laura. If you ever dare run, I’ll lock you away where no one will find you,” he snarled, his coarse face scraping against mine. --- I’ve survived everything up to this point... Now, I’m not sure I can. They say I belong to them... Yet what if I was never meant to belong to anyone?