Violent Little Thing Novels & Stories

Abdul-Dayyan walked out of the bathroom with just black sweatpants, a hand was plunged into it's pocket and a lazy smile was on his face as he leaned on the doorframe watching her. "Well I see sleeping beauty has finally decided to grace us with her consciousness." "You!" She pointed a finger at him, she grabbed an art work from the wall and hauled it at him, he narrowly dodged it and it fell on the floor shattering into several pieces. "So apparently you have a knack for throwing things at people, including yourself" God! He loved getting under her skin. "Really?" She all but screamed and walked over to where she stood, she was tall but he still hovered over her and stared down at her with

these words were deeply engraved in his mind, fuelling his inner demon, making him even more ruthless and vicious. “You know, I don’t feel pain anymore" the little boy nodded his head, a hiss of agony escaped his lips just as a sudden cut formed on his left chest, blood seeping out, making him shut his eyes for as second before opening them to set on Vikrant “He was too good at turning you into a merciless demon."

Being the latest to grace the arms of solitary confinement, I've threatened authority and my time of reckoning is at hand. "I am going to deal with you, make sure you never use those fingers to hurt anyone again." Victor flexes his muscles as he searches out one of his dangerous toys. I stare at him, rage clearly brewing in my face, gnashing my teeth in fury. "Such impudence, without remorse. Who do you think you are?" "The one who just destroyed one of your dogs," I revolt, spitting directly into his face. "You son of a bitch." He rushes at me and kicks me hard in the nut.

My breaths are sharp and frantic – Vincent was going to help that kid assault me. What a sick fuck. * * * The rest of the day, I’m propositioned by at least two other weird kids. I brush them off, but I don’t touch them. In the hallways, Vincent passes by and wiggles his eyebrows at me. He thinks this is hilarious. I’m just some sort of object he can toy with. I desperately want the day to be done already. I just want to go home and sleep.

“Well, we did not actually fight. It's just that Slyvester is angry at me.” “It is rare for Slyvester to get angry. What did you do?” “I accidentally broke a raw egg on his head,” I said with matching hand gestures. “Then, the raw egg made a mess on his hair.” Vincent nodded as if he agreed to something. “You see,” Vincent said, “Slyvester really hates it when someone dirties his hair. It seems like his family has thin hair so when I joked before that he can be a bald man someday, Slyvester was so frightened. He became sensitive when it comes to his hair.”

The two men were pickpockets he had bitten before while helping Priest Zachary. "Who are you?" Vincent asked breathlessly. “I need more blood. Maybe you're a good one!” Hearing something like that, Vincent immediately took a stance as if he had mastered martial arts. What he had was an iron bar. It can only be swung to hit precisely like a baseball bat. Maybe that was the only sport that Vincent played in elementary school. “I don't know what creatures you are, but I won't let you touch me!” said Vincent, preparing to hit.

Something was wrong somewhere. He snapped his fingers in front of me again, directing all his anger at me. “Say something, will you?” I blinked. Then slowly, my gaze shifted to him, sharp and biting. “You are pathetic, Vincent.So pathetic!” He blinked, startled.He cocked his head back, glaring at me as if he wanted to slap some shit out of me. Good thing he knew that I was not just like that useless little bitch he could handle however he wanted. “You are such a drama doll. What did I do again?” He asked.

“You’re a worthless piece of shit like everyone in this damn country” “I might be a piece of shit but I tell you at the end of this fight, I’ll have your head on my paws” I sprinted forward with a little fear in my mind. I knew this wasn’t just any rogue werewolf, it was ranvir the feared. He was like the boogeyman for kids my age. Ranvir always targeted younger werewolves to kill in the most ruthless manner possible.

"Mrs. Vinlot. It's already begun." Mrs. Vinlot glanced at the long-bearded man, "What did you do to her?" Wolf's eye dodged, his knowing he had done something he shouldn't have done. But honestly, that power is too terrible for a useless child like Hana. He wants them to see that they've picked the wrong person. It doesn't count as being too awful. "Well. Just add a little dragon blood along with scorpion venom." Mrs. Vinlot pulled bracelets long beard, causing him to scream, his big body falling below. Vinlot hedgehogs happily threw all the thorns at Broclet. They had long hated his warped face, even though he was a close friend of Mrs. Vinlot.