Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

Weak. "Don't you dare ignore me you asshole! " His neck snaps around and he growls lowly in warning, baring his teeth. "You killed someone, you understand that. Killed! I know it wasn't your intention but you won't be able to save them like this. " Jax ignores me sniffing the air, stepping off, maybe to find a more interesting prey. Oh no asshole. I scramble from my position, running around him and blocking his path. "You're upset. I get that, but guess what man, we're all f***ing upset and exhausted. Our pack is dying you asshole. "

Its height, making the trees sway. The bushes rustled…. The birds sleeping in their nest flies away. Bones so hollow and empty, rotting flesh hangs from the monster. It takes a step, inching further. No heart, no lungs — the monster feels nothing. Yet it souls yearn for something. ‘Accashia’s death. Accashia’s death! Death of the beast from the east… my wretched soul, tonight will feast.’ “No,” Luntian breathes, and her voice returns to her own ears. “No! You will not touch them! You will have to stomp over my dead body before you can get to that cave!”

Yes_you_suck YES, SAY THAT AGAIN AND IMMA COME TO YOUR HOUSE THIS MINUTE TO HIT YOU WITH MY BAT. Cereal_killer DAMN! SORRY THAT WAS AUTOCORRECT. NOE4LIFE! THERE! Will_the_devil WOW! YOU ALL ARE SO WEIRD. I_pooped WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF COMMONERS, MR. ASSHAT PRINCE. Will_the_devil I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF HALF OF THE WORDS YOU GUYS USE. WHAT'S 'ASSHAT' AND 'NOE' AND 'ZOE?'

The real nightmare would begin when the greater haunts came. I could not waste a second, so I floored it downtown. The streets were a horror show of limbs and shattered skulls. Bloated haunts, stuffed from their feasts, snored as they floated in the air. When my car suddenly died, I stepped out and, with a wave of my hand, summoned the nearest haunt, slapping a cool million in gold coins into its palm. "Get me downtown, pronto." The haunt, grinning ear to ear, nearly lost its head, literally. It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart.

HAHAHA! Everything back there was once exciting yet it easily turned dark and dim once they learned something unnatural for them. Their mischief laughter still rang so clear like crystal in my mind. I could even feel the trash and any liquid substance being thrown or poured as I was once a rug on the mud. ‘HAHAHA! Take that freak.’

The drive back to the mansion felt like a journey through the depths of hell. Ashley stared out the window, her reflection in the glass a ghostly image of the girl she used to be. The streets blurred into one another, but all she could see was the man’s face—the terror in his eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the lifeless body slumping in the chair.

The pain was sharp, hot, like needles beneath my skin, but even then, it was nothing compared to what their words were doing to me. Worthless,” they hissed. “Trash. Filthy omega. Nothing but a stain on the world.” Their words hit like punches, each one stabbing deeper, leaving wounds nobody would see. I wanted to tune them out, but their taunts were inescapable, filling every inch of the air I breathed, as if they were embedding themselves under my skin.

“Sight and sound are irrelevant to them. Once they smell you, they will find you, and end you." ‎A chill crawled down my spine. ‎“That is unless— you end them first." I let out a small sigh. What was wrong with this system and dramatic effects? Would it have killed it to spit everything out in one go? ‎“These beasts are like no other. They are super fast. We call them the flash of the underworld,” it added brightly. ‎Great. Just great. ‎One more problem, to throw in the mix, like we weren't already in enough problems.

What the fuck do you mean ‘not now’? “Ma questa è una follia...sei pazza!” Ryker laughed, shaking his head, but his eyes were all heat. (This is madness...you’re insane!) “Testa di cazzo… questa donna mi farà morire giovane…” Asher muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes skyward. (Dickhead… this woman’s gonna make me die young…) They all closed in, the air suddenly thick with their rage, their frustration, and goddess help me, genuine worry, and the feeling was electric, wild, like lightning in my bones.

I don't have anything to offer. Shit my neck is burning. Am I burnt alive? God.. Why is it so confusing? I am so frustrated. I am screaming. But no one is answering me. The fuck. "For god sake Callum. Wake up. Damn. I didn't know it would be even more frustrating than mating with Blaze. Why isn’t he responding"? Someone was frustrated like me. Looking for answers. That neither of us have. I have to wait till this darkness is over. Till I get the strength to stand on my feet again.