Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

if you took it to mean what they had done. He often wondered at the callousness that it would take for a person to take another person’s life and these people seem to have an abundance of that callousness for the didn’t even seem to have a conscience or a moral compass. He could see that they didn’t even believe that what they had done was wrong and could be making jokes about it with each other. The idea that they could find the thought of another human dying to be funny was appalling to him; he can remember a time in another life where war was a constant and battles were a regular everyday occurrence. The idea and the feeling of when a person took a life still hung onto his soul, and he h

“Sorry, who?” “T-Murek—he is the vicious monster that tried to kidnap you today. He made me watch as he tortured Loretta. He tore her apart…” He stopped—the tears in his eyes now visible. “No, he did more than just torture her—he broke her soul. He literally ripped her heart right through her ribcage and let it dangle on her chest so that I could watch. He made me watch her heartbeat until she faded away.” Gasping, Natasha covered her mouth. “Oh, God, I’m really sorry,” she said, sympathetically.

Inside me, two things burn with equal intensity: rage at Viper’s refusal and a sick, festering hatred for being robbed of Liora. The Shadow of the Lacerator is a rotting hole in the worst part of New Dorp. Red neon bleeds across filthy walls. The stench of cigarettes, cheap whiskey, and despair is so thick it clings to your throat. Heros enters first. I follow close behind, feeling the weight of the knife strapped to my back. Victor “Viper” Moretti waits for us in the back booth, flanked by two idiots who think they can protect him. He smiles. A mistake.

/-Tediora-/ I didn't know what to expect when I got to the phantom dorm until I saw the white haired man that tortured the life out of me and almost killed my wolf. I froze in place, my stomach churning and my wolf snarling inside me. Azrael. The same man who had tortured me, mercilessly, with no regard for my pain, who had pushed me to the edge of death and broken my wolf over and over again. My body still shivered at the memory of those nights, and the scars, both physical and mental, throbbed like fresh wounds.

I did it without a second thought, discarded them as if they were nothing more than trash, something to be hated and eliminated. Still, I can't deny the stabbing hurt that cripples me. Back in the compound, time was a feeble thing. It wasn't long before Natalie lost track of the days, confused by the endless hours of torture. We kept counting the years based on the number of allies they had: around Christmas, they would disappear, only a few remained. My hands shake, and I hurry to hide them. I learned from a young age that in order to stay alive, I couldn't show vulnerability. I was raised as a weapon, crafted into the perfect steel. I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not cru

Upon hearing the impious blasphemies, the crowd reacted accordingly by shouting at the Inquisitor to finish his work and send the 'Tomb Raider' to the other world to meet with the Dark Powers whom he revered. The younger of the other two heretics sobbed and groaned hysterically. The merchant said nothing, since the torture to which he had been subjected to extract his confession had almost ended his life. He hung from the ropes with his body limp, his chin dropped to his chest, passed out or in a state of catatonia. And then something happened that chilled Viktor's blood and stopped his heart for a second.

I had looked at his scars and thought he was just a misunderstood brooding hero with a tragic past. What an absolute joke. He wasn't misunderstood.. he was a rotten bloodthirsty monster to his very core and I was just the newest lamb he had dragged to the slaughter. I marched blindly around the corner and nearly collided with some.. Morwena. She was leaning casually against the pillar examining her nails.

Laura. Three days later* Torture, the one thing I never knew I was capable of. I used to frown at it, but after what I’ve been through, the pains, the brutal assault and humiliation, I just know this will be my only way of healing. I don’t care how dark it is because at this moment, I feel more like the dark angel Michael always calls me. After Liam's burial, I've taken my time to torture the hell out of Igor and Raven.

"Look. The Lord has seen her repenting and has punished her." Torture at the college was systematic. Monday was designated for purifying one's sense of taste. Sophie had to kneel and drink holy water mixed with glass shards at 5:00 am. In the afternoon, she had to swallow earthworms alive because they were supposed to consume everything dirty in one's soul.

he bellowed, a twisted smirk adorning his face. Aurora's eyebrows shot up in fear as she locked her gaze with Jericho's piercing eyes. The realization of the impending torture sent shivers down her spine, knowing the deep hatred the two brothers held towards her. Despite her training to remain unyielding, Jericho had managed to break through her defenses. She could only imagine the excruciating pain that awaited her at the hands of the king, now that she had learned her death had been postponed.