Woke Up And Chose Violence Novels & Stories

Her hold on me is firm and the next thing I feel is myself being thrown to the ground. I'm not a fighter and I don't know how to throw punches or even hit someone. I'm not a violent person and I hate violence so much seeing I suffer from it. If I was a violent person, Maksim would have been pronounced dead because I would have long suffocated him in his sleep. I don't know how to fight, I never fight back, not even when Maksim is beating me up. That has become my nature and right now, I'm convinced that it's not a good habit. It's a very bad one.

“Damn! We really need to catch that nasty murderer. How dare he or she ruin the peace that we have been enjoying for decades! Now, that vampire has fueled the insurgency!” Beta Mellow abruptly took a step back as Alpha Lachlan violently slammed the glass wine on the wall beside him. He is so angry. He remembered how the old wars had killed thousands of his fellow wolves; the cries of the children cuddled in their mother's arms whose strength was depleted with the news of husbands, brothers, fathers or any of their beloved’s death. “A-alpha...your hand is bleeding,” Mellow worriedly said. “I’m fine. Just leave. I can handle my wounds.”

“Dea, I almost killed him. I probably would have if his coconspirators hadn’t stepped in.” “It’s okay… You did well. It was self-defense.” Dea didn’t look horrified or shocked. She didn’t draw back in fear. Instead, she leaned closer. “You were just a child and he wanted to hurt you.” “I saw how much damage I could cause at a young age.” Theo could still feel the warm blood and hear the echoing screams. “Until that moment, I didn’t know there was so much violence and rage inside me. That night I discovered what I could do when my back is really against the wall.”

During work, he kept his head down, but at home, he needed to vent. Unable to release it in bed, he chose another way—violence. He was addicted to it, and he enjoyed hurting people. At first, he would find excuses to argue before hitting. Later, even a glance could set him off. Sometimes it was a cup. Sometimes a chair. When she saw me, she grabbed my arm. The first thing she said shocked me. “Emma, you were reborn too, weren’t you?”

I don't reach for peace because some people don't want peace. They want order, and when order breaks… They choose violence. Grace raises her weapon. "You should have stayed nothing." I meet her gaze. "And you should have learned to hold what was yours." Her scream splits the night as she attacks… and the fight begins.

"Look baby, violence isn't always the answer, and should always be used as a last resort." "What if it is the only choice you have?" "There is always a choice.”

I woke up with a concert of drums in my head and an urgency that kicked me in the belly, threatening to shoot out of my throat. I got up, crawled to the bathroom, and vomited a lot. Furthermore, I make an effort to breathe while I make the oath of the dawn, “I do not drink again.” When leaving the bathroom, I am surprised to see a hand offering me a glass and the other two pills, I look at his face, and the floor seems to collapse. It was him; the cowardly dog was there with me. It is possible that the floor opened up and a river of lava flowed out of it. Filling me with anger, I slapped that glass, breaking it against the wall. “You are a bad man!” I shout at him and slap him in the face, a

Getting shot in that alley was the second time I would get shot, first time I got shot, I was in a bar brawl. The guy pulled a gun after getting jumped by a couple of us, he shot and the bullet went through my arm. I thought that felt awful until I was bleeding out in the alleyway. Most of my days in America were violent, I had been shot, stabbed and I did some horrible things myself. When I got to the sanctuary in Japan, I thought it was over, I sought to put my violent past behind me but I could not have been more wrong. I realized my violent past was not over, it was indeed being kick-started. I failed to put my violent past behind me, I keep failing to do it. Violence just has a tricky w

When I hated violence then how did I become the lunatic myself? How easily was it for me to get triggered by one sight and be the monster who was always within me. I didn’t want it, please someone kill me. Please someone save me but I know one thing- I was cursed that time. I was searching crazily for alive flesh so I could devour it myself, so I wallowed in blood myself and it didn’t take long for me to be the only person alive in that area. I was the only one standing until a baby’s voice reached my ears. No, Please anyone but Jessica. Somebody stop me!

When things got rough, I used to just deal with it. But I can't deal with it now. I hate panic attacks. When I was about 16, they started, and they started because he died. My best friend died. I killed him. I killed my best friend to become an assassin. I miss him. I want to see him 9 am I didn't really know I've woken up until I awaken because of the rain and the storm. I'm feeling better since my panic attack at like 2 am this morning, I want to see the others.