Dark Bloom Novels & Stories

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’

The city outside the window does not know and does not need to. The October light is coming up over the Gràcia rooftops. The second life, in its full flower, entirely itself. Still blooming. — The End -

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

So the protagonist fainting was very timely and saved Yu Liang from a death flag. However, this made Yu Liang think that the original cannon fodder abused the unconscious protagonist. Of course, the cannon fodder was drugged too; even so, he could only imagine how disturbed they both woke up. Xiao Yao System: Not exactly, the mental correction of Dark BL characters is very strong, they are not traumatized, just embarrassed. To traumatize a Dark BL character, things have to be almost inhuman. Yu Liang: Are you sure this is a system for BL romance? Isn't it the system from hell?

“Ruby’s gone. I heard she’s making moves to transfer schools, move to a new city, and barely answers my calls. Says she needs space from… everything.” He stared into his drink. “My business is sinking,” he continued, voice cracking for the first time. “Debts piling up. Partners pulling out. And all I’ve got left are regrets. Drinking too much. Hitting too hard when I shouldn’t. Pushing away the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.” Black said nothing. Just signaled for another round. Two broken men, drowning in the ruins of the lives they’d built. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️

focused entirely on her. ​"The 'Black Bloom' is a parasite," Vane-Sallow’s digital ghost continued, her image growing larger, more oppressive. "It doesn't create life; it replaces it. You aren't 'Saving' Proxima... you’re turning it into a hive-mind. A world without a Boardroom is a world without a purpose." ​"A world with a Boardroom is a world with a Price-Tag," Elena countered, her bronze eyes glowing with a fierce, independent fire.

Within minutes, the memory they had tried to provoke had overwhelmed the structure not with fire or light, but with sheer presence. The bloom had returned what they gave it. Twisted. Distorted. Full. Dalen escaped with two others, coughing blood, eyes wide with horror. “It wasn’t the bloom,” he whispered. “Then what was it?” one asked. He swallowed. “It was us without denial.” Kaima found Ari beneath the broken sky mirror, staring at her own reflection or what remained of it. “It’s not showing me anymore,” she said. “The bloom?” She nodded. “I used to see glimpses. Shadows. Now it shows nothing. As if… it has nothing left to hide.”

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV In a brilliant explosion of light, the darkness shattered, and the Black Faes were thrown back into the shadows from whence they came. Baddy's shrieks of fury echoed in the air as he was forced to retreat, his power diminished and his malevolent presence momentarily vanquished. The battlefield, once chaotic and filled with the sounds of clashing steel and desperate cries, fell silent. The oppressive weight of the darkness lifted, replaced by the faint glow of the moonlight breaking through the clouds.