Allure Of Darkness Novels & Stories

Strange creatures emerged from the darkness, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent as they sought to thwart the intruders who dared to trespass upon their domain. But Elara and Aric pressed onward, their determination unyielding as they delved deeper into the heart of the earth. And as they journeyed deeper into the darkness, they uncovered fragments of a sinister plot that threatened to unravel the very fabric of reality itself. Chapter 12: The Looming Darkness In the depths of the earth, Elara and Aric discovered a hidden chamber where a powerful artifact lay hidden, its dark energies pulsing with malevolent intent. It was a relic of a bygone era, a remnant of a time when gods and mor

Lyceon let out a harsh slow breath before dipping his face into her slender neck. “I am so fucked up right now, my patience running thin and you laying here, beneath me like a nymph is not helping, Allison. On the above, Dark is trying to take over.” Lyceon growled and Allison snapped open her eyes. She thinned her lips with a deep frown, staring at the white ceilings. “You are scaring me, Lyceon.” She murmured through her tight lips. “Fuck!” Lyceon squeezed his eyes and opened them, suppressing Dark from marking her. He raised his head and looked at her beautiful face.

No one here knew about my encounter with one of them. - What can I say about them? the dark one was indignant, continuing to look out the window. I knew perfectly well that a training session was taking place in the backyard. In addition to developing the gift, the girls trained endurance, practiced close combat, and someone even learned to fight with swords. Hope I can join them soon. “I call them reverse darks. The first such blond freak was born to Karim Reed. They are not affected by darkness, they painlessly pass it through themselves, moreover, they can drink any dark one with one touch. Catchers have excellent health, they are faster, stronger and more resilient than any person. This

"Give me the drugs, I muttered as I took the water and swallow the pills." ANNABELLE ... The fire of revenge burn deeply inside of me and now Damon as cross the line between me and him I will become the devil and not the girl he knows before I took the pills just to stay alive to kill her, I don't care if I lose my life but I promised him I won't let there love story have an happy ending no matter what. I felt a sharp pain down my abdomen it's hurt so bad, I screamed at the top of my voice, Damon I screamed as he got to where I was blood was rushing on my private part I screamed again, ''Damon! Just do something and don't just stand there am fucking bleeding get me to the hospital I screamed

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

I hear her say, but I can't see her. “Why are you pushing your luck, Max?...” I ask, as I see her come out of the bathroom, she's wearing only a tight shirt and panties, she stops when she sees me and turns her eyes to the gun, smiles sideways and walks to the table she has Near a window, Christmas rests on it, his rifle, completely disassembled, sits on the chair and takes a cloth from the barrel and begins to clean it. “What do you want Dark?...” he asks without looking at me

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

Summer's POV Bright blinding light pushed through the dreamless darkness that Summer was enjoying, beckoning her to wake up and embrace the new day where all her troubles were still very much existent. Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her.

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.