All The Sins We Commit After Dark Dramione Novels & Stories

"And they'll watch as I tear away every thread that binds me to a traitor. Nothing—nothing—will ruin my first Crimson Rite. Not a faithless mate. Not her bastard. Not the whispers of weakness that will follow." His smile was all teeth and winter. "I'll show them what happens when you betray a White Alpha." The others raised their cups in answer, their voices joining in the traditional response: "Blood and moon. Pack and honor." But the cheer that followed rang hollow, echoing off stone walls like a funeral bell. Only Seraphina remained still, her cup untouched on the table. In the swirling darkness behind Deimos's chair, she saw something that made her blood run cold—a shadow that didn't bel

Blood dripped onto the vines and a black ooze bubbled up from contact. "St-Stop." Melonie pleaded as a vine wrapped around her neck and the thorns dug in. "I answer to no one but myself now." Karmina said coldly. "Light cannot break through my darkness." She snapped her fingers. The vines around Melonie's throat twisted quickly and snapped Melonie's neck. The old Witch's eyes glazed over and a single tear ran down from the corner and streamed down her temple into her grey hairline. For a moment, Karmina felt sadness creep into her heart as she stared at the dead expression of her mentor. Only for a few seconds before it gave way to the madness in her head.

The black SUV pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city at midnight. My heart was pounding as Damien Sinclair gripped my thigh possessively, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tonight you fight,” he said, voice low and dark. “And when you lose… because you will lose… the entire club gets to use you as the prize.”

“None of it was ever meant to be yours!” “I never wanted it to be,” Adrian shot back. “I didn’t ask for this. But now I’m the one who has to clean up the mess you left behind. Elena. The curse. Carmela’s broken heart. Your kingdom is burning, and I’m the one holding the ashes.” The room stilled. Damion sat heavily on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “You think I’m proud of what I did? Of who I became?” he asked quietly. “I was angry. I let the darkness take me. And now I don’t even have the strength to fix it.”

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”

Ready to judge and laugh at our humiliation. I stepped forward,my legs were shaking.The silver chains burned.Not from any magic spell but from shame.Because just across the dais stood them. The Alpha twins.Damon and Darian Darkthorn. Damon had ice blue eyes,his hair was black.his jaw was carved from winter.he was cruel.cold.He was the one who commanded armies,He won wars.he was the real definition of power. Darian had the same face but his eyes where warmer.He was a fraction of softer.he once saved me from male stray wolves when were were just pups.But he doesn’t seem to remember that.But I will always do.

She was there to kill him. Kane knew his time was up. “You’ve been a busy boy, Kane—so many crimes in such a short life. You have mocked my sister and the harmony she has created. You have committed sins against my sister, the wolfen community and nature itself. Do you have any last words?” Dark sister sang with a wicked smirk at the end. Kane chuckled, his eyes travelled the length of her slender body. Her dark features are in perfect contrast to her flawless pale skin. She glowed like the moon itself. He licked his lips hungrily. Before him was a Queen worthy of him and his dark ambitions.

I said softly as Shade came forward, and we slowly slipped into the shadows. When we reappeared, we were in my room. It was dark. I sat on my bed with her wrapped tightly in my arms. She gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging in as she searched for solid ground and found it with me. “I'm so sorry! I don't want to hurt you. This isn't easy for me. I want you but I can't be with you. I'm no good for you. There's too much darkness in me, and my past is so dark that if it wasn't for the darkness inside me, my dark past is too bad; you deserve better. Everything about me is wrong. Everything about me is bad, and everything about you is good. You deserve better than me,” I said, and I hated

Derinem looked like he was about to refuse until Damon gave a knowing look towards Maya, and he whispered, "Fine, I'm going," he began climbing over, even though it was very difficult because of his leg and arms. Watching Derinem go, she felt Damon's lips on her ear, whispering, "Watch him fall to his death, Maya, knowing it's all your fault." It all felt like she was in some kind of trance or a movie room, skipping to the most gruesome part and having no idea how to switch it off. "In less than a minute, he'll be gone, painting the fucking walls." His angry hand went to her waist. "How's that for a little story about taking back what's mine?"

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant