Torrent Witches Novels & Stories

He was releasing a dangerous aura, he stalked towards me like a predator to prey. "I've known what I will do to you" he grinned sinisterly while I shook my head frantically. I wanted to protest "no" but it was like my vocal cord wasn't passing word through. He dragged me by my hair towards the stair while rambling, "I need to show her, she's mine" We reached where the rooms were but he dragged me towards the room he forbade me from entering. I scrambled away from him, thrashing around. I didn't know what was inside the room but the room sent a bad chill over all my body.

how can he be so sure that she is inside that woods? “No one is in there” she opposed. “But her scent is here” my forehead creased looking at him as I peek a glance towards Akira staring at him. How can he say those? I can’t even smell her scent but he can? What the heck is this means? Is there something I don't know between them? Do they--? No Sachiko isn't like that and so Scar. “There’s an only flood of blood not a shadow of any person,” Keren said.

What is happening? "That's it, baby, just like that," the voice said. I heard him groan. "Oh yes, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. I heard him finish and clothes rustle. "You're awake, did you enjoy that? Don't worry baby, soon it will be me and you. For now, it's time for a nap," he said as something sharp pierced my neck. The darkness closed in on me again, this time I welcomed it. The Twins...

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

he explained. "Brock, how can I sever this vile tether to the vampire enslaving my friend?" "The path to liberation is fraught with peril. She faces a critical choice: vanquish her vampire master or implore a witch for assistance to escape her bonds. However, one must tread cautiously when engaging with witches, as their demands are steep and their bargains treacherous. They might claim the fate of your firstborn or siphon a portion of your life's essence each month to preserve their youth. More often than not, the price of their aid carries a burden heavier than the advantages it confers.

"Sam! Thank you for the gift, and it's nice hearing your voice, but how'd you know I'm already awake?" "Because we're fated—" "Eew, Sam! Would you please stop reading those kinds of novels?" Grace squealed as she turned around, sitting on her rotating computer chair. Her brows furrowed with a subtle grimace on her lips as if a bitter taste remained in her mouth. "I mistakenly typed what you said in my manuscript." "As the full moon rises painted—" "Ily, please hang up the call," Grace muttered as she looked at me with dead eyes. Sam's laughter echoed in the room, followed by a knock on the door. "Would you all please lower your voices? I could hear you all in my room," a neighbor shouted.

I didn’t let the tears fall, but I wiped my eyes with my hands. Focusing on the screen, I watched my mother focus on her task without a care in the world. Emily was right; I was the spitting image of my mother. The age my mother was in the video was the same age I was currently, or at least around the same age. My attention was glued to the screen, watching her every move. When she was suddenly attacked, I jumped unexpectedly. I watched in horror as a group of well-known mercenaries brutally killed my mother. The mercenaries were no longer alive, but they were known for being werewolf hunters who turned into werewolves, thinking it would give them an edge. It was later discovered that the hu

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

LORENZO POV The meeting with our partners was rather annoying, provided the fact that I was having a very rough day already. And what made me want to scream and yank my hair off my scalp was the fact that they thought they could cancel our collaboration with just a word of mouth like what the hell did they take me for? Apparently, they didn’t feel “safe” with CAT Holdings after finding out it was involved with Turantello Familia, and I wanted to laugh in their faces because Turantello Familia controlled 80% of the country GDP. Little fuckers with small brains.

Everything was looking so beautiful and this dark night was just enhancing the beauty of them. Suddenly her gaze fell on the chain hanged on the display. It was a silver spiral chain with a snake pendant in it. As soon as she saw it she remembered Nicholas's snake tattoo on his hand which was the symbol of their mafia, Italian mafia. "Stop, stop right here." she immediately told the driver making him stop the car immediately. Iris and Violet turned towards her in confusion. The car behind them also stopped right after them turning the bodyguards alert. "What happened Issa?" Violet asked her sitting beside her. She shook her head immediately at her and looked at Iris.