Storms of Fate [ SOF ] [ BTS ]

Chapter 25 : Vrâg (M, Dark)

A/N : All the triggers apply here. This is a chapter which is dark but also describes the emotional and psychological intricacies of the characters. Please do comment and vote.

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"You should not have let him touch you Master."

Taehyung stopped a little distance from her as he shrugged off his unbuttoned shirt, letting it pool on the floor.

Tilting his head to one side, he looked at her with a curious expression and black eyes, "Why did you?" he asked in an emotionless tone.

But that tone did not matter, the tone was irrelevant. Because his voice was . . . wrong. His voice was deeper, more thicker.

Anya looked from one man to the next, trying to understand this change, her mind, which had been damaged by the betrayal of Yoona and then taken a little rest in the evening, came to a high gear start.

She had not even heard what Tae said.

"Do what?" she murmured absently as she thought fast to have any inkling to what was happening.

The indication for the Code being a step away from being unlocked had always been black eyes. However, black in the term of eye color, not the entire eye. Not the whites of the eye too. This was something which she had never known to happen. Not only to hybrids but also humans.

This, was something straight out of a horror tales of possession.

"Why??" Yoongi snarled aggressively making Anya jerk where she stood, swinging her eyes to him. Yoongi was pacing steadily in front of her, void eyes trained on her, his lips pulled back slightly in a snarl.

Anya noticed the others.

The room was big, and she was standing towards the back with only the bed behind her, her door to the bathroom on her side. The 7 hybrids before her had slowly started to circle her, like a predator cornering their prey.

All she could stupidly get stuck on was that this, This was all wrong. Her mind could not understand this change.

"What is wrong with your eyes?" she asked them, but her softly worded answer was met by an even more furious growl.

The sound made the hair on her body stand up, as she looked Hoseok. His expression was filled with a malice when he growled, "Do NOT avoid what is being asked of you!"

His voice, was barely recognizable.

Making sure to not agitate them further, she slowly took a step back, making her voice softer, "I need you all to pause a bit. Something is clearly different, please take a look at your eyes."

Whatever was happening, Anya knew that her hybrids were slowly losing touch with who they were and she wanted them to anchor themselves back. The way to stop this would be to make them aware of the change occurring in them, but too late did she understand, that it was a miscalculation on her part.

They were already too far gone.

Her questions and avoidance served to agitate them to a point when they stopped their movements. All the men stood still and turned towards her, their teeth bared, muscles taut and constant low snarls coming from deep withing their chests.

Anya was still confused and puzzled but extremely alert to the fact that, the hybrids whom she had bought, the sweet adoration they had, the hybrids who played with her, teased her, who loved her, were not the hybrids before her.

They only wore the faces of the hybrids she knew.

Whatever was happening, the 7 men before her were dangerous. Dangerous not only in general but also,