Christine Feehan The Dark Series Novels & Stories

"Do you think Craig is dead?" "I don't think, I'm damn sure about it," Elise stated with conviction. Her expression was unfathomable but her eyes were solemn. "How are you so sure?" "I saw it in their eyes," Elise replied as she recalled the look the twins had given her when she had asked for Azael's hair. They were filled with danger, darkness, warning and... something else which she wanted to ignore badly but couldn't... desire.

I can feel the hellish sensation like I was being burned and tortured. "Next morning, it will be reported that one of their most trusted police officers is corrupt and a drug addict. That is what the heroic individuals who battled against the boss have been blessed with." "Would she die?" I heard another voice, but I was coughing so hard that I could feel my blood oozing from my mouth. "She will. She'll die being overdosed. She will not survive." "Why don't we just shoot it to be sure?" "It would be better if they will think that she took drugs and overdosed herself. She won't live. Let's go. Someone might come and we'll be caught." I heard their footsteps, and I can't do anything to save my

Grace was anxious, she was continuously checking her phone and looking outside until she reached the place. "Wait here! I'll be back in five minutes." She said and got out of the car. Nathan nodded but Grace forgot that he is Dominick's man and he can't lie to him. He called Dominick. "Hello chief... Donna is in st. Stephen's park." Grace stood in the same place waiting for the man. "Good morning, Grace!" She turned around when that man said. "I don't have time... Tell me everything." She demanded. "You will know everything... I don't have time either..."

My heart in my throat, I slammed the door behind me, settling down on the dressing chair, my mind replaying the events in the red room. I let out a breath. Brush it off, Eve... get ready for Monday, do whatever it takes to get your father back on his feet. I picked up the wipe, rubbing my face off the make-up, and going out of being Eve to Meave. You can also take me for example... Mr. Geffrey wasn't the only one with secrets. I too, lived two lives, one in the light, and the other in the dark. Meave Delaney was a completely different person in the light, but come dark, she becomes Eve.

she said touching my cheeks. I almost scratched her face, all those smiles were fake. She was always hiding behind a facade, being cheerful and nice to me in front of everyone, but whenever she is alone with Debbie, she releases the tigress in her. Debbie coughed and patted Sharon, that was a sign to let her know I'm still acting dumb. "Ohh...this is Trina my close friend." Sharon introduced the dark girl with Debbie. "Hey girls..." She said with a warming smile

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 They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

"Why didn't you save me?" "I..." Panic seized Francis. She said softly, "You promised to protect me, but you were the one who killed me." "I didn't!" Francis bolted upright and flicked on the light. The room was empty. Except for me, a ghost, unseen by him. The visions kept coming, more and more often. Sometimes it was the fifteen-year-old me, huddled in a sea of red, whispering to him, "Do you want to live?" Sometimes the twenty-year-old me, reeling from my first kill, so sick I could barely stand, wishing he would just hold me.

My name is Lisha; I am Dark Fae; my grandmother, the woman I loved with all my heart, betrayed me and will never stop looking for me. There's a war coming, and I intend to be the one leading the battle so I can ensure she suffers for all the pain she has caused me. She has taken everything from me, and there is no way in hell I am willing to stay in hiding any longer.

Xikoth wanted her to be safe from Vargauz, but the bastard had used his charm to be with her. He had told her that he would come to claim her, had tried to use his imposing personality to infuse fear in her in the hope that she would surrender. But it didn’t work. She was scared of him from the core. And now she loathed him. He hadn’t even shown her his reality. He was the Dark Fae. If she would see him in his real form, she would hate him even more. “Get them out of here, Anshie!” his voice boomed. Ever since he had seen her so up close, all he wanted was his mate. He wanted Illaria and he wanted Vargauz dead.

It was noticeable even to me, who was here for only a week. In addition to Lane and Venira, about thirty people with a dark gift lived on the estate, among whom were both adults and children. They teamed up with only one goal: to destroy the artifact that suppresses the darkness in women. Caroline Lint, who was the head of this small community of the dark ones, who called themselves the Sisters of Darkness, ran everything here.