Unspeakable Novels & Stories

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

I froze outside the door, silently lowering the hand I had raised to knock. After that, I quietly went to the hospital and ended the life of the unborn child. He came up with all sorts of excuses to refuse me, yet he was willing to have a child with another she-wolf. The thought alone sent a deep sense of disappointment creeping into my heart. That night, Nora sent me a photo. It was a screenshot of a chat. She and Ethan were excitedly discussing which brand of baby formula to buy. A few minutes later, she deleted the screenshot and apologized to me, saying, "Oops, sorry, Lucy! I sent that by mistake. You probably didn't see it, right?"

"Honey, what happened the other day was my fault. I'm actually on medication now. The doctor said that getting pregnant would be bad for both me and the baby, which is why I took my anger out on you." I furrowed my brow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" She took a deep breath. "Honey, you've always been curious about why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, right? Well, it's actually because of this illness as well." I stared at her, and she continued, "When I was young, my uncle abused me. That time of my life was like a nightmare. It made me feel inferior. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, about how intimacy repelled me. I even wanted to have a sexless marriage. When I confessed it

"The stuff Aaron's report talked about? The Unspoken?" "It's the residue " Elara said, stepping forward, until her boots touched the edge of the slime trail. She knelt, her fingers hovering above the purple rime. Without her sight, she could not see the molecular structure of the void. She could feel the temperature. The slime was freezing, like a vacuum that pulled the heat out of her skin. "The grid absorbed the shock when the core reversed but the physical mass of the Unspoken did not disappear. It was driven into the iron shoring. It's trying to find a path to the surface." "Can it breathe down here?" Miller asked, his jaw tightening.

The spike shrieked—no sound, exactly, but the pipes vibrated with a pitch that made everyone’s molars ache. Then it withdrew, fast as a whip, vanishing into the throat of the sink. The apartment’s silence crashed back in. Nobody moved. Gabe’s hand trembled on the mixer. He peeled it off slowly. His palm was reddened where the metal had leached his heat; the brass under his shirt throbbed against his sternum like a second heart. Rachel found her voice first. “What the hell was that?” Susan exhaled. “Proof.” Nick’s chest was heaving. He looked at his father like he’d never seen him before—not the drunk, not the ghost, but a man standing in front of a thing and telling it no.

When I heard the door open I knew it was Blue ,and when I heard a gun go off. Caught inbetween shock and pain, I couldt stop screaming.I felt a prick on my thigh then blackness . The weirdest thing about being unconscious is that; your thoughts still process and things start to make sense. What doesn't make sense is Duncan being alive. What the damn hell ? He was related to Rosa ... He wasn't a Massa. I don't want to regret a decision I took ... I just pray that that; tonight goes as planned.

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And the Consumer— Had nothing to take. --- COLLAPSE OF THE UNTOUCHABLE The darkness flickered. Not violently. Not destructively. Just… uncertain. The density thinned. The pressure lifted. Not gone. But weakened. Because for the first time— It had encountered something it could not process. Halven stared. “…that’s impossible,” he whispered. Kael shook his head slightly. “No,” he said. “It’s just not yours.” --- THE AFTERMATH THAT ISN’T OVER

I scream and press my hand on my head after the last flash back of Taika spitting on me like some dead street dog. I scream till I collapse sideways on the floor with my hand still covering my ears and scratching my hair. Tears flow freely. I can’t help but shudder and whimper like a defeated person that I am. I am a waste. I am worthless. Only a useless and dead thing has been spat on.

The whispers faded, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and a promise of understanding. Emerging from the Abyss, the Unfathomable carried with it not just the echo of a terrifying entity, but a testament to the transformative power of knowledge and empathy. They had ventured into the heart of darkness not with weapons, but with an offering – a symphony of understanding that had resonated even within the most profound emptiness.