Word Scenes Novels & Stories

The air whooshing around us, my hair whipping around, becoming a tangled mess. Images flash within my subconscious, the pictures flying past, only able to make out pieces here and there. A bloody, carnage filled battlefield, filled with men, both human and wolves. Villages burning to ash in the background, blankets the fallen in ash and soot. A woman fights, two men flanking her side, as she takes down her enemies.

As she came into the frame of the window itself, she had to shield her eyes for a moment, as the moon briefly seemed as bright as the mid-afternoon sun. As the bright haze cleared from her vision, Sophie had another image that her brain, for a moment, would not register. The square below was now nothing more than a tangled writhing mass of animals. Enormous wolves humped fat red cocks into grunting bitches and tall, unnaturally hairy men pinned equally hairy, naked women beneath them as they forced massive purple pricks into humping, dripping holes. Everywhere there were snapping teeth. Snarls and yelps encouraged mates to fuck harder... to stretch holes... to fuck deeper... to rut... to squ

was. A surreal scene unfolded before me, a canvas of raging flames consuming everything in their path. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning, and distant wails and cries echoed, adding a haunting soundtrack to the inferno. I stood frozen, unable to tear my gaze away from the apocalyptic spectacle.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

She did it on purpose so that everyone from different angles would be able to see the perfect picture she intended to show. The Elites were staring at it, wondering what the elder was planning to show. Second later, Boom! Bang! Wham! Waaah! Support us at N0vElBIIN(.)NET Charge! Attaaaack! Ting! Ting! Ting! Shing! Swoosh! Woosh! Chaotic scenes with thunderous explosions ringing everywhere around the area where the scene was playing. It was in the middle of a battlefield!!! Everyone exclaimed in their minds. The scene was in the middle of the battlefield where humans fought with monsters, demi-humans, and humans themselves.

Each scene was basically the same, with very minor differences. The main constant to everything was a full-out war between werewolves and vampires. It didn’t look like either side was winning, as both sides were losing equally. I didn’t recognize anyone, but as the scenes continued to flash before me, I saw that they were from all around the world. “This is what you will bring. Death and destruction to both sides.” The voice whispered again, sounding as if it was coming from directly behind me.

The horses' steps were muffled by the thick carpet of fallen leaves, their movements cautious and deliberate And then, as dawn began to break, a scene of unimaginable horror unfolded before them. In a small clearing, a field of death sprawled out—a grim tableau of carnage and despair. Tyler brought his horse to a sudden halt, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief Corpses littered the ground, a macabre tapestry of life extinguished. The majority of the fallen were werewolves, their once powerful forms now reduced to lifeless husks. Among them lay a handful of humans, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. And scattered throughout the field were strange, grotesque creatures, their twi

It gestured—or the code lines around its hands flared in a way that communicated the same. In the air between us, a ripple opened. Two branching streams of imagery unfolded like tangled holographic trees. On one side: the scenarios it had already shown. Corvin human and whole in some hospital room. Jax with his family. Maria is alive. My parents with my book. On the other: worlds. Endless worlds. A warped graveyard. A darker arena city. A carnival with sharper teeth. New environments I didn’t recognize yet—icy wastelands, burning towers, oceans full of reaching hands.

“When you showed me Manumit, you said I was finding out another of your secrets.” “Mhm.” he hummed, his eyes on the screen, my eyes return to the screen, the woman on the screen was crying, it was obvious she used eye drops. My mind worked up different ways I could have made the scene more natural. “What are your other secrets?” He stiffened beside me, I had meant that as a harmless question, but seeing him stiffen like that, I look away from the crying lady, to stare at him. His eyes remain on the screen, his expression neutral, but from hours of staring at him, he seemed to be fighting himself.

Scene Three Hussein sat in the vast living room, bathed in a dim light, flickering as if the lamps themselves were trembling with fear. His body was stiff, his half-closed eyes dulled with pain, while deep cuts and dark bruises marked his head and face. The sharp smell of blood mingled with the sterile sting of alcohol and cotton, filling the air with a suffocating metallic tang.