The Nightress
- Reads 58
- Votes 1
- Parts 3
Lara Dunning started out her day like she always did, patrolling around as a special forces team leader in the deserts of a war torn middle eastern country. But what was supposed to be a boring day of fun in the sun turned into something akin of a nightmare. Lara loses consciousness following a life threatening injury, and when she awakens, a strange older man who looks like a great mentor character tells her she is not who she thinks she is. This man tells her she is actually called Allayl Almar'a, a fierce warrior serving under him who was trained in some form of the deadly eastern martial arts. She is given an advanced set of dark black armor and is hailed as The Nightress. Lara, now Allayl, has to retrain her body, mind and soul, in order to survive long enough to figure out who she really is supposed to be. And to top it all off, she has to do this while an ever growing voice in the back of her mind slithers around her brain, clawing and fighting for dominance so it can turn Lara into something darker and far more blood soaked than she feels she's supposed to be. Lara needs to get her head on straight, and finally understand that she's not a superhero, but she damn well needs to act like one.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Before The Rebuild: The Prequel to Rebuilt
Before Mike, before the love story people know now, there was me-raw, broken, and surviving. This is the truth I never thought I'd be strong enough to tell. I was 22 years old when my life shattered. I was raped in a back alley and left bleeding, alone. When I turned to the police, hoping for help, they didn't protect me-they shamed me. They called me slurs. They asked me what I'd done to deserve it. What I had worn. Whether I had "led him on." No one believed me. Nine months later, I gave birth to my son. I named him Aerion Jace Rosier-Aj. His name means strength, wisdom and power in Greek. I gave him that name because i wanted him to have everything I felt had been stolen from me. He was my light, even in the darkest time of my life. But the darkness wasn't done with me. My two older children, Samuel and Emilie, ended up with my first ex's mother, and I lost all parental rights to them. And then came the 18 months of sex trafficking. They used Aj as collateral-my baby was the only reason i obeyed. I was forced to do what they wanted, or they would have killed him. They only let me see him for one hour each day. I was deprived of food, stripped of dignity, starved down to 75 pounds. I remember the blue car Aj was in the day the police sting finally saved us. But even after we were freed, i wasn't really free. the PTSD haunted me. I avoided certain materials, certain places, even certain sounds. And every night, I heard the voices. Every relationship after that was wrong-narcissists who broke me down even further. Men who convinced me I was unworthy, unwanted. My current ex even told my son Aj that he wasn't wanted-that he was nothing. I let it happen, and the guilt kills me. I became "the girl who never cried." I thought if I never cried, maybe none of it really happened. But the truth is, it didn't. And it changed me.
To Hell
She was supposed to get better. He was supposed to disappear. They were all supposed to forget. But nothing stays buried forever. Especially not the kind of secrets that leave teeth marks. In a city built on silence and sin, five broken strangers are dragged back into the orbit of a man they thought was dead. Each carries their own trauma, their own rage, their own crimes. Each one marked. Each one watched. Each one chosen. There's the therapist who weaponizes grief. The girl who survived and became the monster. The boy who turned pain into poetry-and then into war. The cult leader who doesn't believe in forgiveness. And the one with blood on her tongue and no name left to pray with. A list has surfaced. And their names are on it. Crossed out. Carved in. Waiting. This isn't a love story. It's a reckoning. A spiral into obsession, violence, memory, and manipulation. Read it only if you can handle: Therapy sessions that turn abusive. Confessions that turn deadly. Love that turns into a knife. You've been warned.Complete
Beyond the boundaries
No amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can solve the future. Aris tried to deny her identity, her loses, her sufferings. But they always return to her like an endless chapter of nightmares. "You know who you are and you can't escape from your fate. Why don't you just accept it?" Fate. Destiny. She hated those words. They were meaningless, useless. She was tired of everything. But she doesn't belong here, she's the daughter of the most powerful duke of Zeria Empire, Aris Sapphirus. She was brought up as a boy even though she was a girl for political reasons. She lost her parents, her best friend and teammates. She's tired of losing people, tired of not being strong enough to protect them. She and her younger brother are both tied with twisted fates. Will she be able to overcome them? "Your parents... they're alive." That was it. She couldn't take jokes about these. Not until when her adopted guardian, dr. Elrod was attacked by demons. Demons from her world, from her dimension, from her empire. That was enough to make her snap and return to being who she was, the knight of despair, of the cursed element, black flame. Her best friend was the wielder of white flame. But in the cruel destiny, it was written that they would have to kill each other. None can survive while the other lives. But reality hit hard her hard, her one and only friend died, protecting her. "I hope you win the war you tell no one about." he turned to leave and added, "Our destiny is not written for us, but by us after all." His words made her hopeful like a kid again. But what is with all the fame and name if she's so weak that she can't even protect the ones she loves? Will she... find happiness? Are her parents alive? Will she be able to protect her brother, her first and foremost, sole aim?Complete
Shocking Memories
A young woman wakes up in the hospital, with no memories other than the fact she had just been horribly injured in a fight, and she has superpowers. It's hard to be surprised by such news when it is the only memory you possess. Superpowers are just a fact of life at that point. The superpowers news turned out to be quite original for the rest of the world, which was entirely unaware someone like her existed at all. There is, however, an underground world of others like her, a criminal empire working toward something she had been trying to stop. But with no knowledge of what the villainous plan was, who these criminals were, or how to properly use her powers, things seem grim. She knows she is the only one who can stop them, and the only backup she has is a man who claims to have been her friend from before the accident. Will she be able to train her powers up, and stop the devious master plan before it's too late?Complete
Razor: A New Threat(6)
"A few months ago I was nobody in the world, now I'm the one saving." Ricky wakes up to a cold hard ground and no memory of how she got there. Her world is turned upside down in the matter of seconds when she is told she is a Meta. Her life revolved around being normal and hating Metas. She is laying in cell is forced to participate in a battle to the death with he cell mate. When a new threat emerges to threaten the world, her and her cell mate have to find a way to escape, inform the Meta Elite, and save the world. Before the world fades away right in front of her. Taking place half a year after the events in "Rise of the Phoenix", our new hero must learn to control her emotions and decide on a side. Meta or Human. Life or Death. Her life or millions of others.Complete
Her Last Hope
Her POV: He was heartless, ruthless, cruel, calculating... there was not even one ounce of humanity in him-no trace of empathy or mercy, no place for love or kindness in his heart. He ruined me, humiliated me, crushed me... But he was powerful, strong, terrifying... no one dared to cross him or stand in his way. And so, I was left alone to bear the consequences of things I hadn't done. I promised I would avenge my dignity and my hard work, one way or another... But fate had other plans. He claimed that he loved me, but his actions revealed his true colors. And I- I never thought I was capable of hating someone so deeply, but I hated him with everything I had left in me. His POV: I was the king of the world-the most powerful man you'd ever meet. Cold and merciless, no one dared stand against me. Everyone sought my approval. They feared my wrath and worshipped my name. Everyone... except her. She was the woman who made my heart beat for the first time. The woman who looked past my power and saw the man beneath it. The only one who wanted nothing from me, while I wanted everything from her. But I couldn't blame her for despising me. Not after everything I had done. For the first time in my life, I was wrong. And I only realized it when it was too late. Still, I vowed-if she ever came back into my life, I would never let her go again. I never imagined I could love someone that much... but I loved her with everything I had.Complete
... WHISPER BENEATH THE MIST...
There is a town where no sound exists. And something is listening. When investigative journalist Tamara Anderson stumbles upon an isolated town shrouded in an unnatural, suffocating silence, they think it's just another strange mystery waiting to be uncovered. But the deeper they dig, the more disturbing the truth becomes-anyone who makes a sound vanishes into the mist, their voices returning as whispers in the night. The townspeople refuse to explain. They only warn: never speak, never break the silence. But the Tamara refuses to obey. As the fog thickens, they begin to hear voices-voices of those who are supposed to be dead. Something ancient and hungry is stirring beneath the mist, and the silence is the only thing keeping it contained. With time running out, they risk everything to escape. They break the silence. They flee. They survive. Or so they think. As they step into the world beyond the town, ready to scream for help, a chilling realization hits them like a death sentence- The world outside has gone silent too. --- Now marked by the very thing she came to expose, Tamara must unravel the town's terrifying secrets before she becomes the next to vanish. But in BLACKWATER , some truths are better left buried. Because once the fog knows your name... It never lets you go. ---Complete
Never Ending Lies ✔️
{EDITING PROCESS} *BOOK ONE OF TWO* When a high school student named Davina Smith faces her senior year after a tragedy in her family, suddenly finds herself appealed to the new kids in town. She never had an interest in befriending anyone besides her childhood friends Emma and Jackson, But these kids had something about them that just made them stick out. Maybe it wasint such a bad idea to expand her social life. What could go wrong? Right..? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Davina Smith, a 17 year old with trauma of losing those close to her from past experiences and losses, is soon appealed to the new kids in town. Or more like appealed to the attractive black haired, green eyed boy. She's never been the one to want to have a relationship. Is now the time? Xavier Witts, a 18 year old boy hiding a nothing more than a couple lies... or so he says. Xavier never wanted to get attached to someone he could lose. He never to wanted to go through that again. But what happens when suddenly that person fights against his measures of protection? What happens when that person is willing to risk their life just to be with him? Luckily he would do the same ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I don't know what to do Xavier..." I cry uncontrollably into his chest as he holds onto me for dear life. "I know love. I know." "I'm such a bother to yall." I choke out. "I'm so fucking weak. I can't even defend myself." Xavier's arms unwrap from my body, and his hands hold my teary face. "I'm a worthless h-human." Xavier furrows his eyebrows in pain. A tear of his own falling down his face. "No," he says shaking his head. "No. You've never been a bother to me. You aren't weak. And you most certainly aren't worthless." I gasp to breathe, and he continues talking. "What you are is an amazing person who hasn't let all of this crazy bullshit affect her. You handled it like a champ. What you are is a strong, brave being that has stood by my side." I breathe as he leans closer. "What you are, is the love of my life...."Complete
War of Praisers
Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.Complete
Silver {Book One}
"What of this thief I hear that has hidden themselves in The Lands of Luxury?" I say. Rail lowered his emerald eyes towards the horizon. "Have you thought of my proposal?" Rail asks, avoiding my question. He had asked me many times to become his protector and leave the True One. Of course, I always say no. It pained me to see the hurt in his once peaceful eyes. "You know my answer." I whisper. I lay my hand on top of his. There was always a spark that clouded my mind when I touched Rail. I pull away, dropping my eyes. "This was a wonderful gathering, Rail. Thank you, but I must return to the True One." I begin to light the room with my silverlight overpowering Rail's golden blaze, getting ready to flash. "Wait! Stay to find the thief. Please, Aderes." I'm hovering over the floor. Rail grabs my hand, and the shock brings me back to him. I lower myself and let go of him. "I will stay until the thief is found. Then I must return to the True One's heaven." I try to smile at Rail to calm him. It works. His green eyes linger on me as I walk away from the balcony and return to the gathering. *** After meeting Jay, Sarah's father is killed, which causes her to accidentally tap into unknown powers. Sarah begins to learn the truth about who Aderes is and how Sarah herself is connected to her. But most importantly, she learns who's been lying to her since the beginning.Complete
Before Mike, before the love story people know now, there was me-raw, broken, and surviving. This is the truth I never thought I'd be strong enough to tell. I was 22 years old when my life shattered. I was raped in a back alley and left bleeding, alone. When I turned to the police, hoping for help, they didn't protect me-they shamed me. They called me slurs. They asked me what I'd done to deserve it. What I had worn. Whether I had "led him on." No one believed me. Nine months later, I gave birth to my son. I named him Aerion Jace Rosier-Aj. His name means strength, wisdom and power in Greek. I gave him that name because i wanted him to have everything I felt had been stolen from me. He was my light, even in the darkest time of my life. But the darkness wasn't done with me. My two older children, Samuel and Emilie, ended up with my first ex's mother, and I lost all parental rights to them. And then came the 18 months of sex trafficking. They used Aj as collateral-my baby was the only reason i obeyed. I was forced to do what they wanted, or they would have killed him. They only let me see him for one hour each day. I was deprived of food, stripped of dignity, starved down to 75 pounds. I remember the blue car Aj was in the day the police sting finally saved us. But even after we were freed, i wasn't really free. the PTSD haunted me. I avoided certain materials, certain places, even certain sounds. And every night, I heard the voices. Every relationship after that was wrong-narcissists who broke me down even further. Men who convinced me I was unworthy, unwanted. My current ex even told my son Aj that he wasn't wanted-that he was nothing. I let it happen, and the guilt kills me. I became "the girl who never cried." I thought if I never cried, maybe none of it really happened. But the truth is, it didn't. And it changed me.
More detailsContent Guidelines