After Dark Novels & Stories

the view here is incredibly fascinating, but it can’t make my heart feel fine or neither amaze. “I think he is not really alone” a voice behind me “What makes you think he is not alone?” “You see Mr. Carter, there are a lot of stars and moon at the same galaxy where the sun is, it’s just that he is the brightest of all the stars and he shine on different time here on earth.” “Well he looks alone to me” “He is just too bright that it overpowers the other stars. Not because you cannot see it means they are not actually there.” “Well said, anyway what should I call you again?” I turn and face to the woman Andrea hires for me

Hordes of zombies, bearing the signs of the plague and bearing the faces of the people of Genbofen, marched to war against the living. With the last vestiges of his conscious mind, Viktor returned the sights, smells and sounds to the unearthly ethereal matter from which they originated and watched them melt and dissolve into a black slime, at the same time drawing the dark power of the essence of death itself that was solidifying within the crypt and concentrating it on a single point, a single thought. He wanted to live. And that simple wish took shape. A bolt of dark energy was released from Viktor like an eruption, in a catastrophic shock wave of lethal power. He collided with Theodria an

Aurora's dead body was lying lifelessly on the ground. The heavy rainfall washed the blood off her body. The water flowing on the ground became red from her blood. Rivers of blood were flowing from the cliff like a red waterfall. Soon the rain stopped and the sky began to turn crimson red and a person suddenly appeared near her. It was Amara. Amara is the embodiment of Darkness. She's the most powerful in the Dark World. She looked at Aurora with pity and used her powers to make her alive.

And the darkness swallows me whole. I wake sometime around midnight. The third-quarter moon fills my room with a soft glow. I groan, rolling onto my side, and prying my eyes open to look around. I’m alone. I can hear Dominic downstairs, can smell the cup of coffee he’s made. His heart beats in his chest steadily, the rhythm comforting. At least I’m not alone. He’s on his feet in a second, bounding up the stairs. No doubt he heard me. So I wait.

He told Liam to shut the door and walk outside after Damien swallowed the entire glass in one go. He swore never to feel this again and never to take this medication again, but here he was doing both as he was experiencing heart anguish once more after a long time because of that mare girl. Liam left him alone while holding a concerned expression. ~~~ Damien was standing in a big and dark room which was located on the other side of the mansion,it had no source of light ,just one small window. He switched on the light which was too dim, stepping closed to one particular wall he glared at the picture.

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Myla I try to put the date Deacon and I had the other night behind me, and focus on little Travis as we walk around LA looking at famous landmarks for his history project I have him doing, but it's so fücking hard.

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

It just held. After both of them danced back from the edge of sleep, met in the middle, and fell more deeply asleep together, their limbs and hearts entwined, the lights dimmed, and the city quieted. The sea sang its lullaby against the glass. Lena let out a low sigh, inhaling his heat. Maybe she was still glowing. Perhaps that glow wasn’t about sex at all. “Or maybe it wasn’t.” Something beginning.

“Once, I thought I could fix her. That the woman I met years ago still had some light left inside. But Casandra doesn’t heal. She destroys.” Rosemary’s throat tightened. “And you think she’s coming back to destroy us?” Adrian’s eyes met hers. “No. She’s coming back to finish what she started.” --- Around midnight, the house went dark. The sudden blackout startled Rosemary from her restless sleep on the couch. “Adrian?” she called out, clutching her phone as a flashlight. From upstairs, his voice answered. “Stay where you are! The power’s out.” She swallowed hard and nodded — though he couldn’t see her.