Within These Wicked Walls Novels & Stories

I felt so fucking horror! I was about to go out the shower room when the door slides close. I yelped in shock. What the hell is happening? This isn't a horror, right? I am in reality and not in a movie! I looked at the vanity mirror when I saw a word written in there. It was written... with an ink of blood... As I read it, it was like my soul left me. "Welcome back to cruelty, brat." — F

My face flushed a little and I turned away from him immediately to avoid being caught by others as well as hide my flushed face from him. "Good day everyone, so I told us in the last class to read the book titled Othello by William Shakespeare right, so today I will like us to critically assess the character of Desdemona in the book Othello, let me know if any of you really did what I asked you to do..." Miss B said to the class. Good thing she spoke up now at least everyone's attention, including mine was now on her. Damn! I totally forgot about the book, I just hoped that she doesn't give us a pop quiz right now because, I'll really fail it as I have no single idea what the book is all abo

I asked as I turned my back against him, dissuading my feelings. His shadow on the wall tilted forward as he bowed. “I am afraid there are enemies within our walls,” he proceeded with caution. Traitor! Did he sense that I am onto him? What has he come up with? The thought lodged in my head, but my wolf stirred immediately. “Let's hear him out,” my wolf reprimanded me. Slowly I turned around, cold gaze slicing into the cold night, I asked, “Enemies within our walls? What do you mean?”

"Enjoy your safe house, Don. I hope you find some loyalty in those walls." I got back into the sedan and drove away, leaving the Bellini famiglia to pick up the pieces of their Sicilian vacation—and their crumbling empire.

someone shouted from the courtyard. Everyone rushed to the outer courtyard and noticed a green transparent wall surrounding the palace. "What is this?" someone demanded. "It's a witch trap. This is the trap the witches use before they sacrifice everyone within these walls. They are planning to kill us all, just like how they killed everyone in Ridgeway. We will all be turned into rogues," one of the council members shared. Fear is very evident on his face and voice. Now everyone is scared. They all tried to run outside, but none of them could go past that green wall. It looks transparent, but it's as solid as a tough concrete wall, which even these wolves cannot break.

"We also have a wide yard where Papa and I would play soccer and... and there is also a large TV and a room filled with a lot of books." "I also have a wide yard where you can play soccer all day. I also have a theater inside the mansion and a library probably bigger than the one in that bastard's house," Hyperion commented. "What is a bastard?" "Nothing. Don't say that word again. Your mom might kill me."

Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it. A chill traveled down my spine as his words settled heavily in my mind. Hastily looking around, I took a quick sweep of the area. As the gate flung open, I stepped closer to the cell. Right at that moment, we all heard the high-pitched, angry growling coming from the cell beside mine.

She knew she was not supposed to feel this way but she was really curious about even the slightest details about Margaux and why she turned evil. She looked at Damon who kept staring at the cracked walls as though there was something so entrancing that made his jaws dropped and he could not resist staring at it. She wanted to ask him what it was that caught his attention but she decided to just keep quiet and keep looking around the strange-looking hut but as she turned to check the small room at her left, she heard the demon mumble some words. Curious April turned and looked at him, this time he seemed to be struggling from looking away from the cracked walls. Was there something so special

But all that was left was heaping piles of ashes. The pain kept spreading, like every inch of my skin was being ripped apart. “Aaah!” I screamed, falling to my knees. The wind cried out violently, and I could hear trees breaking. The darkness. It was taking over me. Stop fighting it, Evelyn. “Eve!” I heard my name. I needed reality. Just a touch, please, please… PLEASE! The earth I stood on dropped to the ground with force fitting back into where it was before. I couldn’t feel much. It was like I was watching myself slowly disappear, and I couldn’t do much about it. Arms wrapped around me, and I felt a beam of heat hit my face. Slowly, I faded out, the last thing on my mind being three words

“Listen to you all, prattling on about loyalty and redemption. Pathetic. The pack is weak under your rule, Zarek. I’ve allies beyond these walls—rogues who hunger for change. They’ll come for you.” The words hung like a threat, stirring unease among the group. The chamber, once a place of ancient pack rituals, now reeked of sweat, blood, and gunpowder. Scattered rogues groaned on the floor, subdued but not defeated, their eyes darting with residual malice.