Within These Wicked Walls Novels & Stories

Belle saw him hum. “Well,” he looked away and she watched how his eyes darkening. His smile widened to the point where it looked twisted. “It is a very amusing place. One can devour their enemy in the middle of a street. Sometimes we let ourself enjoy our time by enjoying the debauchery there.” “Deba—” Belle couldn’t let herself to say such words from her mouth. Her jaw fell slack. She looked away immediately. It was indeed the same as how hell was describe in the churches. They lack of rules and loved to do whatever would amusement.

Sadly, some things are just meant to fall ~Dystopia ~Fall through the cracks of the mirror into a never ending nightmare~ ~Arc 2 ~ Atonement - Deception can only (exist) last for so long

He wrenched her jaw open, and before she could draw breath to scream, he shoved a bitter, chalky pill down her throat. He stepped back, his complacency radiating in the humid air. "You said you wanted to stay by a strong male's side. Don’t howl to the ancestors now. Get on the furs and bare your throat. If you’re submissive, maybe I’ll leave you with your skin intact." Avery choked back a sob, her eyes turning into shards of ice. In a final, desperate burst of defiance, she lunged at him, claws unsheathed. But the hierarchy was absolute. The disparity in their raw physical power was a chasm she couldn't leap, and the drug was already beginning to melt her internal defenses. A tidal wave of u

“He makes clean ones.” The implication hung in the air. Quiet. Terrifying. “Then what did we see?” she asked. Sebastian’s voice dropped. “A performance.” Los Angeles welcomed them with sunlight. Too bright. Too normal. Blackwood Tower stood exactly as they had left it—untouched, powerful, hiding everything beneath polished glass and steel. But Ivy knew better now. Inside those walls— Nothing was stable anymore. They walked into the building together. Heads turned. People whispered. The tension was noticeable.

She didn’t flinch. Of course she wouldn’t. “And why can’t we just have Nyx burn down the building?” she added, tossing a glance over her shoulder. I didn’t answer immediately. I let my eyes scan the room, watching the way the shadows danced against the peeling wallpaper and the terrified huddle of women who thought they were untouchable. Windows cracked from the alarm’s chaos, witches frozen in confusion, their fingers twitching as they tried to find the thread of a spell that was already failing them.

I spent the greater part of the day running my story through my head and drifted off to sleep. ***** In the dimly lit cell, the cold stone walls seemed to mock my predicament. The iron bars cast eerie shadows across the floor as I sat on a small, uncomfortable cot, my thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The air was heavy with the stench of dampness, and every creak or distant sound echoed ominously. "Wake up, you have a visitor." I heard the door to my cell suddenly open, the silence shattered, as the heavy iron door creaked open, revealing Theodrin. Her presence seemed to ooze malevolence, and a wicked grin played on her lips.

Coal growled, and Maverick nodded. “I promise there'll be nothing left of that room when we leave,” Maverick said before kicking the first door on the right open. When he did, he heard the muffled cry from a room at the far end of the apartment. Shade pushed forward and found a door at the back of the apartment that looked different than the others. It looked heavier and thicker, with several deadbolts on the outside. The muffled cries were coming from within that room. Shade sensed two wolves in the room, and one was in pain.

I lost my world. I woke up in a room with cement everything; walls, floors, and even a cement door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something spinning around. I looked up and saw a camera facing in my direction, I felt like I was in jail. Maybe I should have listened to Jake, it was too late. In great frustration, I started to punch holes in the cement wall. Unfortunately, none of them were deep enough to escape me from this hell. As I was hitting the wall like my own punching bag I heard a loud bang and scream. I listen closely and hear howls, Werewolves. This night really couldn’t have gotten any worse. XXX

A prison. When the door opened, cold night air rushed in. Brock didn’t wait — he hauled me out, his grip iron around my wrist. The mansion loomed before me, gothic stone walls and black spires stabbing into the sky. Wolves paced along the perimeter, glowing eyes watching me. Inside, the mansion was worse. Marble floors, velvet drapes, chandeliers glittering with blood-red light. Everything screamed wealth and power, but underneath it all lingered the sharp, metallic tang of blood.