Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

“I was cruel to you before, tormenting you for years, but... please... give me a chance to free you from this prison.” If there was one thing I knew about these characters like Aurora, it was that they were always considered heroes. They could do no evil, putting others above themselves even to foolish proportions. And, whether they liked it or not, they were forced to see the good in people until it was too late. That if there was even the slightest possibility of redemption or rehabilitation in someone, and their apologies were meant genuinely, then they had to give them a chance.

Terrence's smile vanished in an instant, and he stumbled back in fright. "Terrence! So it was really you…" Nadine's eyes widened. Terrence turned away to escape, but the police held him back. He yelled at Nadine, "Help me! I did all that just to help you vent your anger…" Nadine slapped Terrence hard and snapped, "You bastard! Who told you to hurt Barry's mother? She's his only family left!" Terrence's expression immediately darkened when Nadine refused to help him. "Damn you! How dare you call me a bastard? Do you really think you're some kind of saint?"

Just a man playing ruler, desperate for control. I held my head high, ignoring the violent tremble in my limbs. “Beg,” he said, “Beg, and I’ll think about sparing you.” A slow smile spread across my lips. My body was weak, and my vision blurred slightly, but I met his gaze with nothing but defiance. “I’d rather rot in hell than beg you, Kirill.” His jaw ticked, his fingers tightening, but I saw it—that flicker of something in his eyes. Irritation. No matter what he did, no matter how much he tried to break me, I would not beg.

Eva let the word hang, then said softly, “You keep saying that like it washes the blood off your hands.” The man’s jaw flexed. “You’re a liability.” Eva’s eyes sharpened. “So were the people you’re trafficking.” Silence struck like a bell. The man turned away, walking toward the door. He stopped with his hand on the handle, not looking back. “You don’t get tortured,” he said. “You don’t get hurt. But you also don’t get to play hero. That’s the deal.” Eva’s voice was calm. “Heroes are for myths. I’m just stubborn.”

Torturing. I wrap my legs around him. Try to pull him deeper. He resists. “Not yet,” he growls. “Not until you understand.” “Understand what?” “That you’re not choosing between two men.” Another slow thrust. “You’re choosing between a cage made of gold and a life where someone would burn the world down to keep you safe.” He rolls his hips—grinding against my clit with every shallow stroke. I whimper. “Victor will give you luxury,” he continues. Voice strained. “I’ll give you loyalty. He’ll fuck you like he owns you. I’ll fuck you like I worship you.”

I knew that you would succeed. My attention was pulled away from the conversation with Mom and given to Beauty. She came back to me. Feeling the sparks reassured me that this was real. Fuck. I had not realized how addicted I had become to those sparks, her scent, and her tasty lips. She shared with me what happened after she died. Hades was officially one of my favorites because of his form of torture. He had my sexy mate cleanse the darkness from some of the top tormentors to all of our people. I did not know who a few of them were, but Beauty told me that they had been responsible for torturing Luna Elle and Luna Ziyah. Julio and Josef definitely deserved to be tortured for eternity becaus

She only had herself--and only herself. Triggered by the anguish and hatred that had built up inside her heart, Max subconsciously knocked every one of them as if they were the ones who hurt her and caused her those one year's worth of nightmares and sufferings. "I'm gonna kill you, bitch!" Clint growled. Only then was she snapped back to her senses. She looked around and saw bodies lying on the ground; each of them was groaning in pain. She lost control of her strength again. Was it like this for Hero? Was being stronger than anyone too much of a burden for him that he just quit fighting?

Pissed was an understatement. People scurried away and made way for me while Chong rushed behind me. I wasn’t a hero but there were two things that I hated with passion; Injustice and abuse. All the people that I killed were just like my stepfather; corrupted, greedy, harassers and the list goes on. As I took them out, I told myself… one less corrupted person, one less future of an innocent girl saved from being shuttered.

Even after being tortured till he was dead, the warrior did not reveal anything to the vampires. Coby moved to the next warrior and asked the same question. The warrior refused to speak and Coby repeated the same action but this time around a different part of his body. The warrior also refused to speak and was tortured till he died. This was repeated to the remaining warriors and they all refused to reveal any secret to the vampires. They were all tortured till they died.

I always thought of it as a presumably the responsible thing to do considering my state has. Yet today I had collapsed because of the torture my own mate subjected to me. Torture that he had not even needed to participate in. Being tied to a bed for such a long time was tiring. All I wanted to do was escape this misery. I can see that it is dark and all I can do is assume that this is yet another second day of me in this bed. if he wanted to kill me what was truly the reason of subjecting me to this torture? somewhere in my dreams I had gone the extra mile of imagining Hercules having kissed my forehead before he left. Was it not pathetic? To fall for the man who was making my life miserable