Captive In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that.

The book spoke of a long-forgotten prophecy, passed down through generations from a thousand years ago when it was written, after the death of the guardians of the dark world. The first chapter spoke of dire consequences that would befall a witch who by any chance dared to interact with a devil in whichever situation, and if by any chance that were to happen then the witch had to be taken back to the dark world and be imprisoned in a dungeon full of poisonous insects as a punishment to prevent future interaction between the two kinds. The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding.

I try to pull away, but before I can even raise my head, hands firmly grasp my scalp, immobilizing me. My eyes widen, and I look directly at Nathan. His menacing smile portends more suffering to come. I assume it's over when Darius raises his head, then he lowers it again. My head hurts so much. With joy, I plunge into the darkness, far from the pain that is searing my thoughts. I keep falling, praying that I won't get wounded wherever I land.

The perfect home for a vampire who was also the most wanted dark wizard in the land of no laws. These men are getting darkly creative, super creative, with where they keep their captives. Even if they want to escape, there’s nowhere they can go! I didn’t even know if I was a captive or not because even though I felt like I had been kidnapped; I was actually saved from a worse situation. Placing my palm against the ice window, I placed my burning forehead against it. Morana. Why didn’t she just escape through the portal? Why did she save me? Damn it!

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

He loomed over me like a shadow of death, his presence so vast it seemed to shrink the room. His eyes were no longer those of the man I knew; they were twin pits of glowing, molten obsidian, swirling with a darkness that swallowed the flickering candlelight. The desire radiating from him wasn't a gentle stream; it was a flood following a catastrophic dam break—violent, unstoppable, and destructive. He seized my wrists in a grip of iron and slammed them against the wall above my head. He didn't bother to retract his claws. I felt the sharp, needle-like points prick the sensitive skin of my wrists, drawing a tiny, hairline trace of pain that ignited a wildfire of searing excitement in my gut.

The room I was kept in was dark with a small light bulb at the corner of the room. The smell of piss and blood made me gag as soon as they took me inside. There are lines of cages arranged in the room and I am unable to see if there are more girls inside due to the lack of light. “ Ah! I am going to enjoy selling this one in the market.” His meaty finger tried to touch my half naked boob but my wolf growled in warning, her claws out and my body jerked front to claw his protruding stomach but he pressed the button which sends electric shock to the cage and I stumbled back in the cramped cage.

Captive Heart "You think a cage can break me, Damien?" My voice broke, but the fire in my chest was stronger than his cocky grin. The room was made up of cold stone, dark corners, and chains that clanged every time I breathed. The damp air had the acidic taste of blood and the sweet taste of death. I could hear them. Other people. There are whispers coming from rooms down the hall. Not all of them are human. Damien leaned against the bars and was cocky and lazy. His eyes looked like they were made of liquid silver. "Are you broken?" Elara, no. "I'm here to... change you."

~~VINCENZO~~ Pain throbbed in my head as I blinked, my eyes opening to the warm glow of a lamp. I was barely alive. I looked around, there were wooden beams lining the ceiling above me. I was in a cabin. I tried to move, but my ribs ached—everywhere ached. Caesar's boys had beaten me to the point of near death. I’m sure they would have finished the job if I wasn’t Capo. I was startled by a soft hand brushed over my chest, slow and lingering.