All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Adrian I didn’t know what to do. Had Dimitri stolen her, desperate to claim what he knew he was about to lose? Or had Carson made his move, collecting on the contract while I was still in the air? The questions spiralled like smoke, choking my thoughts. I was unravelling. All I knew was I needed answers—fast—before this turned into something I couldn’t control. I was about to storm the Phi Umbra stronghold—Strigoi blood still fresh in the air, their scent coiled like a challenge around the perimeter—when Nikolas called. “She’s with the wolves,” he said. I stopped moving. My breath caught—then came the sound. A growl, raw and violent, erupted from deep in my chest, unfiltered, full of rage and heartbreak and something far older than either. I didn’t care who heard it. Didn’t care who ran from the sound. Carson… Dimitri… They had touched the one part of me I hadn’t protected enough. Natalie. I didn’t even want to imagine what Carson was doing with her. But deep down, I kn

DimitriMorning.A cursed time for my kind.I should have been deep in slumber, cradled by the cool, comforting darkness of my chambers. But instead, the irritating scent of half-blood nerves had seeped through the stone walls of my haven, tugging me awake with a persistent summons.A Dhampir had dared disturb my rest.He’d better have a reason worth his life.The very notion of stepping foot above ground during daylight was lunacy. Even here, where the lower levels were buried beneath layers of shadow and stone, the threat lingered.A single broken window, a crack in a wall, one cruel beam of sunlight, and I could be reduced to ash. I had enemies who would love nothing more than to test the limits of my immortality.But I wasn’t foolish. I remained below.The underground meeting chambers were cast in obsidian tones, arched ceilings draped in shadow, walls lined with tomes and relics older than most civilisations. A chill hung in the air, a stillness that would make any living soul he

NatalieDriving through the gates of Blackgate Village hit me like a pulse of déjà vu. Just days ago, Adrian had brought me here to see Lisa.That night had ended with a clear line drawn in the sand. We’d crossed it, made choices, walked away. And now, I was back, this time not with Adrian, but under Carson’s protection.Funny how fast the ground could shift beneath your feet.We passed through the gate without so much as a glance. No guards. No questions. No suspicious stares. Just silence. I guess that made sense. Willis belonged here. This was his territory. One of their own, and I was just... cargo in the passenger seat.Still, something about the ease of our entry unsettled me. No checkpoints. No eyes watching from the shadows. Just a wide open path into a place I wasn’t sure I trusted.My mind wandered as we drove deeper into the village. Why would Carson be at the safe house? Did he need to be there? He had already done enough, saving me from the Strigoi, getting me out alive.

Natalie“To the Honourable Elders of the Volodymir Strigoi Clan,I write to you with the most profound respect that the ancient covenant between our bloodlines demands, and with the weight of centuries pressing upon my pen. I am Brian Pierce, son of Gerald Pierce, and descendant of the line that entered into sacred contract with your revered clan five hundred years ago. It is with humility, solemnity, and unwavering conviction that I put forth the contents of this letter.I offer myself—my life-as—as the ultimate and final tribute of my bloodline.Know that this is not an act of defiance, but of reverence—for your power, for the legacy you have upheld, and for the pact that has bound our families in loyalty, sacrifice, and silence. But today, I stand before you as a father first, and it is in that role that I can no longer bear the cost of this covenant.I hereby relinquish all wealth, privilege, and societal elevation that my family has earned by virtue of our sacred alignment with t

CarsonThe night stretched on, merciless and eternal, like every breath I drew was borrowed from something darker.I sat in the silence, tangled in thoughts that bit deeper than any fang ever could.Why her?Why fate would tangle me in the life of a woman already claimed by something—someone—far greater than I was. A god among monsters.It was a cruel joke, to pit me against Adrian, the ancient one with shadows in his veins and death in his eyes. I was never meant to win that fight.Natalie didn’t need to say it.The truth was there, haunting the way she looked at him, like he was both her savior and her ruin. And me? I was the pause between her heartbeats. I was the waiting. The compromise.In the dark of my room, alone with only the hollow sound of my own breathing, I asked the stars one question:What’s in this for me?“We can’t give up now,” my wolf growled from within, his voice like cracked stone. “We fight. She’s been promised to us. Her father signed the parchment. Once it’s v