After Dark Novels & Stories

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

He said. “You were right.” Lucas said. “The bitch can walk in daylight. That’s why they’re going after the werewolf packs. To make more day walkers.” I said. “Day walkers that can shift into werewolves but have the thirst of a vampire.” Aria said. “Oh, we are so screwed.” I said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.” Lucas said. “We have to. We don’t have a choice. She’s the most dangerous thing out there.” I said.

Jude. When I woke up yesterday morning nowhere in realm of my dreams did I think I will take Hopes virginity never even thought she was virgin she's been dating that low life for years now. I hated him I hated that he got to touch her honey coloured skin her beautiful caramel curls , her eyes God those Hazel eyes stare into the depths of my soul I would have done anything to watch her eyes rollback as I gave her pleasure with my cock I instantly get hard. I got to have her again getting that cocaine was the best decisions I ever made somehow I knew she will

I noticed only the approaching, blinding light, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my entry into the afterlife, if this indeed was heaven and I was truly gone. "Celeste!" I froze. My heart rate slowed. When I reopened my eyes, I was left speechless as Arik stood before me, swiftly removing the bomb strapped to my body along with the chains. I saw and heard him commanding his men to defuse the bomb outside, and I spotted the black Ford Raptor behind him, its high beams casting a brilliant glow. I wasn't dead. I was still here. "Oh, God. Fuck it!"

"Let me show these HELIX nerds what happens when you kidnap people in my city!" "It's not your city, Mia," Adrian said, stepping past me into the dark stairwell, his right arm bursting into a dazzling display of high-voltage blue lightning that illuminated the dark concrete stairs. "It is now, Sparky!" I laughed, stepping into the shadows right beside him, my dark energy blending effortlessly with his crackling blue light. "I bought the lease with black fire!" Deep beneath the hospital floor, in a spotless, sterile white room miles away from our location, a glass containment pod hissed loudly as cryogenic gas vented from its seals.

Something raw and absolute moved through them. I crossed the room and took his good hand. He pulled me down with surprising strength until my forehead rested against his. “You’re here,” he rasped. “I’m here.” “Soren?” “Dead.” Adrian’s eyes closed for a second. When they opened again, the fear that had lived in them since the hospital was gone. In its place was pure, dark possession. “Come closer.” I climbed carefully onto the narrow bed, mindful of the lines and the wound. He guided my face to his and kissed me—slow, deep, tasting of blood and survival. His good hand slid under my shirt and splayed across my bare back, branding the skin.

Night fell quickly over Velmora, swallowing the pale silver light and replacing it with dense darkness, pierced only by the giant moon overhead. The air was cold, carrying the scent of wet forest and the unspoken promise of danger. Rakar stood on his porch, staring toward the Dark Woods. He couldn't settle down. The wooden amulet in his pocket felt as heavy as a gravestone. Inside, Revira was putting Ardan to sleep. The wall of ice between them hadn't thawed in the slightest.

Nine months later. Easter Sunday eve, midnight. The old manor house on the outskirts of the village stood wrapped in moonlight, windows shuttered against the world. Inside the master bedroom, a single beeswax candle flickered on the nightstand, its golden flame dancing across tangled silk sheets soaked in sweat and desire. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, rosewater, and raw, unending sex.