Novel & Cerita Unspeakable

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere

You'll wish being mute was your only disability. With that terrible vow, Yuria sailed away, causing mayhem. Only when the door closed did Lila's façade falter briefly as she examined Yuria's wake, each muddy print a new cut in her spirit. Disgust and wrath battled within, ready to erupt into misery. The insidious voice of doubt she believed had been quiet after Julia's pledges continued to chew persistently. _ "Freaks like you only exist at our discretion..."_ Yuria's venomous remarks penetrated Lila's defenses like a virus. Hysteria grabbed at her throat, and sadness plowed through her fortitude. Yuria was correct: she was a perverted anomaly unworthy of everything but disgust.

he gestured a killing sign to his neck. My body began to tremble. Was this why the werewolves avoided the Cannibals territory? They were Cannibals like their name implied, brutal, wicked and lovers of games that included sex. Just the basic act of sex turned them on. "And if you don't want to suck them dicks, DON'T EVER GET CAUGHT. JUST KEEP ON RUNNING!" his laughter stung into me. Fury left me, and I realized I rather have Luna Diva suppression than all of this.

Fuck, I’m screwed. ***** UNEDITED

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!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It stops reacting entirely The void tears open soundlessly. And from beyond existence Something walks forward Not humanoid. Not monstrous. Undefined Every time I try to focus on it My mind slips away from understanding Like perception itself cannot hold its shape. Theodore grips his head immediately “Okay, I officially hate conceptual beings.” The Unmade Speaks Not through sound. Not through thought. Through cancellation “Return.” The word spreads across existence. And instantly The galaxies begin collapsing Not exploding. Unbecoming Stars fade backward into nothing. Light reverses. Creation itself starts undoing.

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

Karima hissed. “Most don’t know about it and the ones who do never talk about it,” Vish whispered, her voice barely audible. “Forced... activation. It wasn’t a cure. It was the darkest event in the Infernal realm’s medical history. We can’t say for sure what it was — there’s no solid evidence it ever happened. But in the healing field, it’s a forbidden topic. A taboo. So, never bring it up again, okay?” “Taboo?” I frowned, my chest tightening with a growing unease.

dying. It freezes me to my core and breaks my heart and soul as I stumble over my own feet and the devastation around me. Pain and suffering bleeds from the bricks and morter of the walls as tears well in my eyes. 'What has happened to this once beautiful home?' It's a ruin of it's once former glory, oh goddess, what has happened? And why.. why is it so quiet? There are no crys, no howls for help, just sadness and pain seeping out, trying to suffocate me. Have our people truly given up on us, given up on us coming to save them? I feel myself falling away, this nightmare of a place that was once my sanctuary, my home dissolve into pure darkness when a hollow, cackling laugh ripples out. It wa

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