Word Scenes Novels & Stories

“See for yourself In an instant, Ella’s mind erupted with images. She saw a battlefield shrouded in darkness, filled with werewolves and vampires locked in brutal combat. A monstrous beast loomed over them, its form a grotesque amalgamation of terror and power. Blood soaked the ground, and anguished screams filled the air.

Maya As I take Carla's hand, the scenery around us changes drastically. The room we once stood in with its warm, inviting light disappears, along with the furniture. Soon, I see burning trees and a field with fallen soldiers on the ground. Blood colors the grass red, and there is a permanent stench in the air, making me hold my nose. My lips form an unhappy frown. "What is that rotten smell?"

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

The battle is fierce, with battered wolves tearing into the necks of others, blood flowing everywhere, so thick I can smell the stench in my vision. Just as quickly, that disappears and is replaced by an empty field full of purple flowers, the orange and amber sun setting in the background. The next scene is a bright blue sky, as though I’m laying on my back staring up at it. I catch the scent of lilac on a warm breeze. “What does all this mean?” I ask, but no one answers. The battle scene returns, and this time, a streak of white lightning rips through the sky, turning everything around it black. Then silver shimmers rise from the ground, melting away all the spilled blood and dead bodies.

"Paint me a picture of what one of these scenes might look like in the final film." Rubi's lips curved into a knowing smile as she conjured a vivid image. "Let's take a tender, intimate scene between my portrayal of you and Vinod," she began, her voice soft and evocative. Picture this: Vinod lies on the bed, vulnerability etched across his features. You approach him with trepidation and desire, your sheer gown slipping effortlessly from your shoulders. As you lie beside him, your bodies drawing close, the air crackles with unspoken tension. You pull the covers over both of you, creating a cocoon of intimacy. The lighting is soft and diffused, casting a warm, ethereal glow. A subtle, emotive

Every intense scene had me jerking or instinctively grabbing the nearest thing, which, unfortunately… kept being Hayden. But he indulged me, a faint smile tugging at his lips instead of annoyance. “Careful,” he murmured. “It’s just fiction.” I tried to believe that. But the scenes felt too real. Another frame flashed across the screen. A pregnant woman stumbling backward. A beast… something feral… lunged at her. Her scream ripped through the room as blood spilled across the ground. My body locked instantly. The air left my lungs. And suddenly I wasn’t here anymore.

He let go of me and gestured to the window. I took a step closer and looked down, what I saw made me both scared and upset. In the clearing between the trees were three men and a woman, all naked. The woman was gelding between the two, while they penetrated her at the same time, the third looked and caressed. I felt the bile rise in my throat, what a sick game this p ** t is playing. Does he think I should enjoy a r * e scene, he must be out of his mind.

The healer stiffened, her lips parting as her body went rigid. Her eyes glowed white, the world around her fading into nothingness. She gasped as visions flooded her mind, overwhelming and consuming. The first scene struck her with a violent force. War. The land was a field of carnage. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the screams of the dying. Wolves in their beastly forms tore through enemies, claws raking, fangs ripping flesh apart. Steel clashed, arrows rained, and the ground was so saturated with blood that it gleamed under the pale moonlight.

The room was filled in dim light but brighter than the room I was tied in. A scene right from 80s movie. A place where you could get killed and never be found because your body would be thrown over a cliff or buried alive. I shuddered at the thought. "This is the spot?" My eyes scanned the various paintings hanging on the wall. A naked girl hiding behind a tree, two women and one man on the bed, a naked girl with hands around her private parts, a smiling king surrounded by pretty women. Nothing spiritual or any landscapes. Just naked women and lusty men. How predictable.