I Am God
It's a twisted monarchy, where thirst and hunger reign as cruel king and queen, mercilessly punishing any who refuse their goddamned divine right to rule.
Liesa of Dusk
"i come with blood" she said, her voice low but echoing far and wide, as majestic and cruel as the sun that now faded away.
Glass
Nbsp; lost and in need - and i cannot abandon that little glimpse of daylight then, in the blood a pool of water cool and quiet appears and in it i catch the faintest frown of a familiar stranger and i wonder if this is hell when, only in these cruel
Angel of Darkness
Astray now stuck in the midst of nowhere by my lonesome i walked i begin to chant a prayer feels like i'm being stalked i turn 'round and gape at nothing only blackness and cold trapped in an abyss of haunting in satan's cruel
Dreamy Waterfall
A cruel father figure. a sister who became my friend in the shadows. tickety tock. i felt the strings with master nowhere to be seen. an illusion that i was not real. prince for prince. words for words. i promise, master.
2020 A.D. Part 1 [unfinished]
Even when they believed they had won, they were disabused the most cruel way.) (the lupain could produce in the two years on earth much more serum than the humans were fond of.)
Wait
He should be feeling happy, because he's finally leaving a place that felt cruel, lonely, and unforgiving. yet... he sighed a little.
Reality Checked - Thursday Prompt Story [#4, 26/1/23]
As if by cruel luck, once i did get back somewhere familiar, the great blooming occurred, somehow pushing me again somewhere else. i'm thankful this time it was only to the next town over...
A chance meeting chapter 3
This could not be, no wolf could be in heat so shortly after her litter, nature was sometimes unforgiving and cruel, but this poor wolf was dealt an exceptionally bad hand. carefully he caressed her tail and moved it back between her legs.
Ch 4. By Dawn We Meet Again
Was... was this another cruel dream?
The legend of a warrior; chapter 11 - The darkest hour of Kesteven - The airport
Ken had hit precisely a grenade assured on his chest and was now grinning with cold, cruel satisfaction as he worked the lever of the enfield.
Book tidbit
How had i been so cruel to her? he thought, and without a word he scooped her up in his arms, petting her hair softly. "how many times has a man kissed you and it meant something?" he whispered in her ear, pausing to run his fingers through her hair.