Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

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

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.

My chin connected with my sternum and every muscle in my neck burned from the whiplash. “He told me you’d be tough, and he was right,” my torturer said. “He also said you’d be mouthy.” I’m sure… he did. “And he was right about that, too,” he continued, wiping sweat from his brow. “But he also said you were smart, and that I’m not buyin’.” “I’m sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “They say ‘never meet your heroes.’” “If you were smart, you’d tell me where the girl and the book are,” he replied.

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

Torture wasn’t just an act of revenge; it was an art. A conversation where pain replaced words, and the body spoke truths the mouth refused to utter. The bastard held out for longer than expected. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body shaking with every movement. I have to say, he was a resilient one. But everyone has something that makes them crack, they always do. "I like how stubborn you're, I love the stubborn ones best." "They create more time for me to enjoy torture, and trust me I have new methods to try out."

“Your body is weak, you have Aconite in your system, when I treated you, you had scars over your body, old and deep. And when Alpha found you, you were on run. How does this not confirm that you were tortured?” My eyes watered when I recall the way I had to spend days and sleepless nights caged in his room, tied, getting raped, used, tortured, it brought fresh pain and indescribable self-pity. I always needed help, wanted consolations. And when there was someone ready to help, all I was doing was a lie. What was I? What had I become? Where’s the feisty, bold and strong version of me that my brother adored? Where’s my old self that never cared about anything?

Physical torture or emotional torture. Seeing her hurt my little girl made me wonder what Alec ever saw in the bitch. She was nothing but a viper. Maybe her pussy was a pot of honey, and he felt like he’d reached a kind of heaven. I don’t know, but I’ll never understand. I am not terrible, though, no matter how much I despise her. That’s why I asked Aspen what happened. Aspen can’t lie to save her life. Once I’d gotten my answers, it was game over.

He took Mason's hand into his, his touch gentle and reassuring, a silent message that he was okay, that he was still standing despite the horrors he had endured, despite the torture and despite the pain. As he began to speak, his voice was low and husky, his words were full with emotion and with pain. "I've been tortured by the wizards for years," he said, his voice cracking with pain, with anguish, with despair. "They've tried to remove the golden sword from my body countless times, but it's a part of me now, a part of my very being, my very essence. They couldn't despite all their attempts." Ricky's eyes clouded over, his gaze drifting into the past of pain and into the depths of his own p

“I’m not signing anything.” His expression twists into a scowl. “He’s not your hero,” he growls. “He’s a monster. He breaks bones, burns people alive, melts them in acid baths while they scream. He’s killed men, women, children. Do you hear me? He killed twelve people last night while you slept. How long before he gets bored with you? Before those same hands wrap around your throat? You think you’re different? You’re not. You’ll end up just like them.”