Unspeakable: Beyond The Wall Of Sleep Novels & Stories

Caleb soaked up their cries and panic, inhaling their fear and despair like delicious cologne. Deep in the red-scorched mist of his flow state, he noticed Trent and Maddie's lockdown ferocity in the background, the wolves baying and circling the hapless prey. Miranda's shrill endorsements rained down from above like fire and fury. Coach Harris reclined back in his chair like a cartel boss, nodding slowly in agreement as the beating escalated. Caleb, on the other hand, believed that only complete demoralisation could quell his bloodlust and the terrible forces seething inside him. His ears were deaf to their increasing wails or pleadings, and he blotted out any flicker of resistance with even

“I healed crushed ribs. I stitched up wolf bites. I have faced gods.” He ripped the pillow off his face. “BUT I CAN’T SURVIVE ONE NIGHT IN A HOUSE FULL OF HORMONAL HYBRIDS?!” He grabbed his staff and slammed it once — hard — against the wall. BANG! “HELLO?? SINGLE MAN TRYING TO SLEEP HERE. I EXIST!!” Silence. One beat passed. Aya’s voice floated back through the wall — breathless, amused: “Sorry, Uncle Marcus.” Marcus collapsed back into his bed with a groan.

The next day felt unreal. I moved through Blackthorn’s stone corridors like a ghost wearing my own skin. Every step reminded me of what had happened the night before… Victor Hale’s cock stretching me over his desk, the red light of the camera blinking steadily while he recorded every moan, every wet sound. I could still feel the faint ache between my legs. I had not slept. I had lain awake staring at the ceiling, replaying the low, continuous sounds I had made while he fucked me with that same terrifying control.

The vibration hit my throne like a kinetic strike, rattling the copper sutures in my chest. "Mommy?" Leo’s voice was a fragile thread. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall, his small shoulders hunched inside his shredded peacoat. He wasn't looking at the Unlearned stacking the stones. He was looking at the ceiling speakers. The high-frequency hum of the city's grid suddenly died, replaced by a tonal resonance that tasted of liquid nitrogen and clinical erasure. [ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN.]

I won’t give them what they want. I won’t. A hissing sound fills the room. My body tenses. The air shifts. A sickly-sweet scent floods my senses. Gas. No. I thrash violently, lungs burning. "You—fucking—bastards—" The voice crackles back, smooth and mocking. "Sleep tight, North." My limbs grow heavy. My vision swims. No. No. I can’t— Darkness takes me.

One we were never supposed to go near. I stood slowly and walked toward the edge of the platform. The murals along the far wall caught the dim green light of the moss. Gods devouring gods. Time loops folding into knives. J stirred in his sleep. Spitfire muttered something in a dream. I stared out into the dark. And I whispered, "We’re not done yet."

Uncontrolled. “HAAAAAA— And then—everything goes dark

I moaned loudly because of what he suddenly did, I immediately covered my lips and closed my eyes My body was shaking as he continued to move, I held onto his chest when I felt his lips on my ear "Just one more" he whispered I woke up because of a loud noise, I moaned and covered myself with a blanket but the noise got even louder Even though I didn't want to, I forced myself to open my eyes, the unfamiliar room immediately appeared to me I sat up from the soft bed I was lying on and looked around I frowned as I saw the black wall, black curtains, and black bed All black, what is Satan's room? Or maybe... I breathed a thought

The tapestry of our bonds was still unfolding, and the threads of magic were becoming increasingly apparent. --- The velvet darkness of sleep usually offered a welcome respite, a temporary escape from the weight of our reality. But tonight, the familiar embrace of slumber twisted into a terrifying descent. The comforting quiet of our bedroom dissolved into a cacophony of distorted sounds – the snapping of branches, the guttural snarls of unseen beasts, the chilling echo of a scream that sounded horrifyingly familiar.