Novel & Cerita Violence Of Mind

I forget things. Small things at first. A conversation. An order. A face. Then bigger. I speak to someone, turn away, and moments later I don’t remember what I said or why or who they were. It’s like pieces of my mind are being carved away slowly and I can’t stop it. Violence comes easier now. A servant drops a tray and the sound is sharp. I turn and before I can think.... He’s on the ground blood pooling beneath him. My hand still raised.

"You must be a person who usually uses force to solve your problems, don't you? I can't find another reason why you are so slow to catch on. If that's true, you might not be that smart as I initially thought. As for the answer, it is violence." "Violence? I am not sure I understand what you mean." "As I told you before. It's when you use force or any other means that can harm another individual in order to solve a problem." "Isn't it only natural to use force to solve my problems? How else can I find food in a day? How can I defend my and my parents' honor if someone insults it? This is already a world that is filled with violence. With no violence, problems can't be solved."

didn't just wake up; it roared. Timothy didn't scream. He didn't move. He simply reached out with his mind and seized the room. He drenched the air in a psychological frequency so jagged and violent it acted like a physical blow. Several of Lity’s men didn't even have time to shout before their hearts simply stopped, their bodies hitting the marble like sacks of grain. The man with the flogger dropped with a strangled yelp, his brain short-circuiting as Timothy focused all his rage into a single point.

Her mind was basically in overdrive, functioning in destruction mode now. "I don't want to be here! I want out! I don't want to be here with you, I want home! I just want to go home! I want back, please take me back! I don't want to be here!" She kept crying out as she punched and kicked with all her strength, succumbed into a violent and crazed frenzy, desperate to escape from within the spiralling confinements of her own mind as she wept and screamed and kicked at that damned pane of glass until he lastly acted upon his decision and crossed the remaining space between them, effectively restraining her movements as he rather firmly wrapped his arms around her fragile human body.

Damon Violence is never loud the way people expect it to be. There is no constant roar no endless shouting. No screaming that goes on and on without break. Just sharp bursts of sound metal on metal, breath torn from lungs, the wet crack of bone meeting force. The soft sound of bodies hitting the ground. Everything else narrows. Focused. Efficient. The kind of violence that comes from training and experience and the kind of clarity that only comes when your life is actually on the line.

It sent excited tingles down my spine. Am I…am I excited by all this? I thought to myself, horrified. I’m excited by all this blood and violence? The scent of Liam’s blood lingered in my nose. I had the sudden urge for more blood. I was gripped with a desire to attack Jake, to punch him hard in the face and to feel the fragile bones in his nose shatter under the force of my fist. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never like violence before! I’d always been a peaceful man. I’d fought when I had to, but always reluctantly. I never CRAVED violence before. I clenched my fists.

He drove his elbow into a Vessel’s jaw, the teeth shattering like porcelain. "Get! Away! From! Her!" He was a whirlwind of raw, unrefined violence. He didn't use finesse. He used the weight of his body and the fury of a man who had already died once in a cellar. He tore through them, leaving a trail of dismembered limbs and white fluid. Bianca screamed. It wasn't a human sound. It was the sound of a nervous system being overloaded by data. The silver needles began to descend, their tips grazing the skin of her spine.

Disrespect demanded annihilation. The memory of the way his hands had wrapped around that employee’s collar earlier, the sickening sound of bone crunching under his fist, the sheer, unadulterated violence in his voice as he'd roared accusations—it flashed behind my eyes like a brutal, strobe-lit nightmare. I flinched, physically recoiling at the memory, my stomach churning.

He said with so much affirmation and authority that for a beat the thought of turning back did cross my mind. But it was just a thought. Thoughts are not there to stay. They are there to stop by and then fly away. "NO. You can use force if you want to but let me tell you, I'm not a good girly-wolf you might know, I'm the warrior of his pack. So before you could think of laying a finger on me I would rip your heart out and wouldn't even think twice before doing that." My eyes relaxed to the point that they could see their death in my eyes. I wasn't there to entertain them or anyone. If I had to turn to violence, I would.

Ray grew serious, his face showed stern expressions. "He has been keeping all his pain inside leading to the great depression and that is why he has been so violent all this time. Actually Eay we all were wrong about him, he was...neve mentally ill, he...he just needs to cry his pain out and move on, else...it will create more and more pressure on him. Nothing else." Ray leaned forwards on his table, "I see...and that is why you want to take him out? She nodded, "Being trapped in that room all this time he feels terrible, and so... I want him to see the world outside." She concluded.