Novel & Cerita Christine Feehan The Dark Series

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

The eldest child stumbled back, eyes wide, their fingers brushing the hidden charm, trying to anchor themselves to reality. Suddenly, the shadows surged forward, a living tide, attacking the eldest child with spectral fingers. Panic flared, and the child tripped, falling to the ground. The middle child leapt instinctively, grabbing them and yanking them backward, muscles straining. The youngest child did not move. They tilted their head, observing, almost amused, as the Dark washed over their siblings, testing, probing.

Her laugh filled with pleasure as she enjoyed watching others suffer at her hand. Most Fae were kind, but the dark Fae were treacherous creatures. Some are more vile than others. Dela was the queen of the Dark Fae, hungry for power. She was a malicious being who fed off the fear of others and enjoyed watching the light fade from the eyes of her prey. The only reason she has kept me here for sixteen years is that she needs me to help unlock my daughter's powers. She needs the power to control all creatures, our realm and the rest of the realms in existence.

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

and everyone gasped, bowing to King Michael. The doors and windows flew open and a bright light entered the room, everyone was frozen except for me, Michael released his magic, trying to draw the dark magic out, but it wasn't fast enough. I turned to shoot Lord Fehmir, but I was moving in slow motion, I wanted to grab him, but Lord Fehmir vanished out of the room, leaving his daughter at our mercy. When everyone was back to normal, I was furious as Michael yelled, "Find him and take Lady Kaitlyn to her room, she is on house arrest." Cayden said, "Michael, I will deal with her, she is with my child," and Michael said, "As you wish, but she is dead after this." The Dark Witch was public enemy

I watch him and he is telling me the truth. “What is the name of the witch?” there is only a handful of dark witches and they usually serve Fenrir. If one is helping Calvin, then Fen needs to know that there is a traitor in our ranks. “Her name is Xena. He often sees her. Calvin said she helps the hunter’s in finding rogues.” My eyes widen. The hunter’s are employing dark witches. What the fuck? “That’s not possible. Dark witches don’t associate with the hunter’s they hate them more than I do and that’s saying something.” I growl out and he screws his eyes shut again. His lip quivers.

“You’re not going anywhere. You are just as much a part of this as any of us. Who is this Dark Sister person? Tell me, I will have them killed, too. Troy and Parker are idiots; they will literally do anything for a title, just like Aiden. Honestly, it is incredible that men rule the world, and a pretty face so easily manipulates them.” I watch as my aunt pauses her steps. Her hand is still resting on the doorknob to leave. She turned back to look at me, and her expression stirred a sense of unease in me. “Dark Sister is a demon of Vengeance. Once she is unleashed, she doesn’t rest until she has claimed all those who have wronged the person seeking vengeance. Frankie must have unlocked her fr

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg