Worst Fantasy Punishments Novels & Stories

But even if he was alive, he would rather die than live in that kind of place. Generally speaking, only disciples who seriously violated the sect rules would be punished to go to the Extreme Training Mine to mine. It was not as simple as a death sentence if one was punished to go there, but even more painful than torn apart. Thinking of this, one could know how miserable the fate of the Elder who was deliberately making things difficult for Caspian would be. With his current state, he would probably become the flesh and blood in the demon's mouth soon. There wouldn't be any bones or dregs left.

Fehdrik cried and follows me around the table cautiously. "A whole week Fehdrik" I looked over my shoulders and walked through their halls and towards their dungeons. Their dungeon was set up in the cruelest ways of punishments for their kind. Blood draining rooms, de-fangings, blessed water to scorch their skins, and the drying room, the punishment of all life. She will still be alive, but have the body of a million year old mummy by the time she comes out. Cyn screams and kicks at the guards the whole way. Hurling slurs and profanities about me and my mate. Even going as far as calling Kris my boy toy. We stopped in front of the cold, foul smelling door.

His expression was devoid of any warmth, just clear disdain. As soon as I was done serving all three of them, I walked back to where I had stood before. "Kneel," Alexander commanded, his voice filled with spite. Why couldn't he just kill me? This humiliation was worse than a shot to the head, but there was nothing I could do. This was my fate now, to be punished in place of Aria.

"I am not breaking up with you." I fought the tears that was threatening to spill. "Then what are trying to say then?" He sighed then stared straight into my eyes. "The punishment for such crime is harsh. For Alerians, its life imprisonment. For Purebloods, its..."he hesitated, not really sure if I wanted to hear it. "What?" I croaked out. "What is the punishment for purebloods?" He closed his eyes as he struggled to speak. "Life deprivation. They'll bury me alive and deprive me of blood till I'm dry as a husk," he said in a shaky voice. "It's worst than death itself."

“The first punishment goes whereby the sinner has to survive from a wild dog rampage without weapons.” “The second punishment goes whereby the sinner has to survive from thousands of fire arrows.” “The last punishment goes whereby the sinner has to survive from sun burning for one hour. The sinner is required to turn into her vampire nature during this punishment." Mateo clenched his hand tightly as his anger radiated from his body and spread towards the entire palace. They're truly daring! How dare they make such a heavy punishment for his woman?! It seems like they had always taken his words too lightly. His eyes glinted with malice for a second before it was gone.

"And if Seraphina Corvinus gets within ten feet of her, I want to know immediately." "Understood." Miguel exits. The gate clangs shut behind him. And Dante is alone again in the darkness. He leans his head back against the stone wall and closes his eyes. Fifty lashes. The traditional punishment for breaking sacred law. For exposing their kind to humans. For killing without council approval. Fifty strikes with a silver-tipped whip that will burn through his flesh like acid. That will leave scars even his Lycan healing can't fully erase. It will hurt. God, it will hurt.

“And there is more. I'm afraid, if Luna Nyma is forced to return to this Court, if she is coerced or manipulated against her will, the magic will not punish but defend her.” She turned her full gaze to the dais. “It will punish him.” Gasps again. This time heavier. Some flinched. “What punishment?” demanded Beta Theon Drest, voice like a sword drawn half from its sheath. “His heart may rupture under divine backlash. His soul might be severed from his Lycan. Or worse—his bloodline might bear the stain of this dishonor for generations. Sons born without Lycan or wolves. Daughters cursed to never bond. It could be anythings or all.”

But I had to ask about my punishment first because there was no way I would let him punish me for something I didn’t know was wrong. I saw him kill his own men without a second thought during my heat, so I couldn’t avoid thinking it was what he was planning to do with the warrior he threw away. Was it too much of an intervention that it required punishment? Was I wrong to accept this life with Blade if every wrong decision I made would mean I would be punished? But what punishment? Simple punishment for witches required kneeling or lying down on rough surfaces while dripping candle wax on our naked bodies. But it could be a lot more, depending on the gravity of the violation, especially a vi

Jace asked, a frown on his face, did he mean…? “It is the punishment we reserve for the worst offenders,” Sebestian said as he looked all of them in the eye, ensuring they understood the severity of the punishment. “When a member of the authority breaks our strictest laws, or they betray the authority, we burn them alive. When we said we would punish transgressors that break the accords, we weren't kidding” he said.

Sherryl, curious and unable to resist her fascination with the dark mysteries of Cross’s council, dared to ask, "What kind of punishments do they give? Do the councilmen face any consequences?" "They vary." Dallion’s gaze darkened. "Minor offenses might get you starved, maybe just roughed up a little. But the real punishments—they’re nothing you’d want to imagine. Torture that leaves people wishing for death. Worse than anything you’ve seen in the underground rings, Sherryl." "Worse than the captive pens?" she whispered, a chill crawling up her spine.