Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

I had the desire to drink it all up and bask in the great taste of violence. I howled to the moon before I took down the sound barrier; good thing my instincts were trained with stealth that it was a default reaction even in this setting. I wanted more. I needed more. I almost went for more. There's probably a lot of sleeping werewolves nearby that would be an easy kill and the temptation of a massacre and the satisfaction that it would bring filled my head. One reason prevented the tragedy from occuring. Veronica. Her face appeared in my mind and I managed to regain my consciousness to some extend in that brief second.

I knew deep down that succumbing to violence would only perpetuate a cycle of hurt and destruction. Exerting tremendous effort, I fought against the primal urge, feeling my hands tremble with the internal struggle. I understood that giving in to the temptation of violence would only exacerbate our already fractured relationship. With every ounce of self-control, I suppressed the mounting anger, determined to find a resolution that did not involve further harm.

She avoided the artery but cut straight through the most nerve‑dense spot. Whitney screamed like an animal. Veins bulged in her neck. "I made a cut in the same spot as the one Skyler had. Seems fair, doesn't it?" Blood spilled. Whitney teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, but was held awake by sheer terror. Cameron watched from the side. He gagged, but was too afraid to look away. I observed the scene with detached eyes. It was too loud. "Don't kill them," I said flatly. "There's more use for them alive."

Nino answers the phone with a big question mark because it is quite weird to receive a call from his neighbor Lana at the moment even though they have known each other for 2 years already. She is a young woman who was wasted by a womanizer when she was new to her first job. The leader’s gentle and sweet mask let the naive girl get lost in her blinded love, and when she gave herself to him, her dream broke. She was hit by the cruelty and what was more suffocating was her pregnancy. However, she was a strong and kind woman who decided to raise the baby on her own because she could never think of abortion. As years went by, she is now living in the apartment next to Nino with her 5-year-old lit

I walked toward her, my reflection in the glass floor making it look like I was walking on water. ​"You didn't graduate me," I said, leaning down until we were eye-to-eye. "You underestimated me. You thought I would be a victim forever, but Malakai didn't just take me—he woke me up. And now that I’m awake, I realized that the only thing more dangerous than a man with a gun is a woman who has nothing left to lose."

Smith's POV. I woke up to the usual piercing sound of my alarm, but this morning, it felt like a hammer against my skull. I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to face the world. But I did it anyway. The routine. It had to be done. No choice.

I smiled back before facing Mason again, each word precise and merciless. “Because I chose the right person. And you… you belong in the gutter.” That was the final blow. Mason lunged at me like a man possessed, shouting, “I’ll kill you! You—!” Edwin’s expression hardened. Before he could get close, Edwin drove a sharp kick into his chest. Mason was sent flying, hitting the ground hard, blood spilling from his mouth as he lay there, unable to get up. Security rushed in immediately, pinning him down.

But my father’s glare pins me where I stand. “Davon,” he says, his tone like ice. “Do it. Or I’ll shoot you both.” The shot goes off before I even realize I’ve pulled the trigger. The man falls forward, lifeless. My ears ring. My hands shake. My stomach twists. Grande places a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Good. Remember this moment. Mercy is for the weak. And we are never weak.” That memory burns inside me even now. It shaped everything. Violence wasn’t just part of survival, it was the only way to survive.

[ Vincent ] Violence, blood, treachery, deception, lies and uncertainty. This is the normalcy in my day-to-day life. There’s nothing mundane or more humane things about me. I wake up with new targets and challenges to meet and when I comes back to the bed, I often have blood on my hands. “What are you going to do with this Wilson lad?” Stefano asked me as we seated leisurely in the warehouse. I lit his cigar and poured myself my favourite whiskey to cool off my brain.

A bulky bearded man from the enemies was about to shoot me but i was faster than his reflexes, i shot him first in the head. His face looked disturbing though, blood splashed from his head and they all poured on me. My body stiffened, i badly wanted to scream but i couldn't seem to find my voice. "Keep going!" Until a tap pulled me back to my senses. It was from Athena. She nodded at me, looking proud at what i did. This is extreme violence, not even my thing. But ever since i let Lorcan enter my life, violence never left my side anymore so i realized this is the time to break the norm.