Captive In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

Sophie shifted her seat beside me as she spoke. “What do you mean their first?” The coldness of the Dark Woods seemed to grow stronger and stronger each moment. The rustling in the woods, the howls of the wolves, and the invisible eyes that I felt before seemed to flood all my senses. Petra locked her eyes on Sophie. “We are not their first.” Everyone’s eyes and ears were all focused on Petra. “We are not the first captives the blood drinkers took.” Sophie gasped beside me with her hand placed over her mouth.

He ducked his head, his lips drawn into a straight line, his eyes covered with his overgrown bangs so they could only see only the white portion of his eyes through it. “Good, bring him in.” The guard pushed open the interrogation room. A person inside could not see or listen to what was outside. The captive was silent the whole time, his eyes still down, looking at the guard’s legs as he followed and another guard closely stalking behind. In the middle of the dim room, there was a light bulb just above the wooden table, the only source of light in that entire room, with two chairs across from each other. The corners sticking to the murkiness. The door opened again, this time a tall, bewitch

Nothing here feels mine except the fear that lives in my chest, constant and cold. The bedroom door opens without sound. The hallway stretches in both directions, dimly lit by small lights along the baseboards. To the left is Damien's study, where I can see a sliver of light under the door. To the right is the rest of the penthouse, rooms I haven't explored yet because he's always guiding me, controlling where I go and what I see. I turn right. The first room I pass is a guest bedroom, impersonal and perfect. The second is a library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, leather chairs, and a fireplace. Beautiful but empty of life. The third room is locked.

His hair was damp with sweat, proof that he had run straight from the Moon Temple after his prayers, without pause, to be here. His eyes were cold, his aura sharp as a blade. In one swift motion, he wrenched Barry down, holding him fast, unmoving. Barry froze, stunned—then saw the ceremonial wedding garb upon Colin’s shoulders. His expression shattered. He fought to break free—only to realize, in dawning horror— This so-called crippled Warrior of Bayport possessed a strength that dwarfed his own. He, an Alpha who had bled on the battlefield since nineteen, found himself utterly restrained.

This one looked really advanced. Who then found me? Was I safe now? What if they were more dangerous than the ones I had been running from? How long was I out? I wondered. It was better I pretended to be unconscious to gather as much information as I could about the place. I closed my eyes and pressed my arms to my sides. Not too much, so I wouldn’t look suspicious. I was thankful for that choice when the door opened and I heard two pairs of footsteps walk into the room. “She’s very beautiful. She will make a nice slave for our king.” I heard a soft female voice mutter.

Sensing my gaze, Eugene struggled to turn to look at me. His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. His voice was hoarse. "Sherlyn, save me quickly." The scene was the same as in my previous life, and I clenched my fists tightly. So, I was reborn, back to ten years ago. The fear of falling from the high building and the suffocating pain still gripped my heart. Looking at the desperate plea for help in Eugene's eyes, I only felt hatred and ridicule. I thought, ”Eugene, this time, I will never interfere in your disgusting love game. You deserve to rot to death in this dark alley."

Blakely's POV I smiled as the butterfly fled from the flower I planted. Seeing it fly happily makes me happy and excited. I don't know. I always love the idea of being free. Probably because I felt trapped in a constant, unrealistic dream since the day I opened my eyes. A tragedy happened three years ago. I was found on the seashore of a small and rich island by a man named Lucas. At first I didn't believe him. I have no memory of my past. I know no one in this place and even if the people here are kind to me, I still don't want to be trapped in here forever.

•|•|• "Why do you think they hide in the dark pup? Is It not a safety they seek, lest their own failure be revealed in the sun? Then they call the darkness evil, because because in it lies pieces of themselves they thought to conceal." •|•|• [KAYOS] And Indeed I Had. My eyes shifted from the fallen book, capturing hers. Her heart hammered quickly within her as our gazes locked, but no sooner had I spoken, she broke contact and bent to pick it up.

"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm

The girls scattered back to the benches, pretending innocence, their mouths twisting into mocking smirks. I was lifted…hands under my arms, a board under my back, the fluorescent lights spinning above me as they wheeled me out. The girls snickered behind the bars as the door clanged shut. “Please… make it stop… Damien…” I whispered, my voice barely a breath as the darkness came slowly. And then it swallowed me whole. **** Damien’s POV There was blood everywhere. No surface left untouched. It painted the walls, dripped from the ceiling, pooled around my knees. The metallic scent clawed at my throat.