Dark Books Novels & Stories

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“The sword is a powerful weapon against any being. So, safeguard it with your life.” “Tell them about the book, love.” Everlee smiled at her mate. They really looked perfect together. I wondered if they ever fought over something. From what they just showed us, they never kept secrets from one another. “The Book of Darkness, Liber Umbra, or The Shadow Book can be used for both good and evil, but there’s always a price.” “Like life or soul kind of price?” “Yes, Ryden. It depends on the black magic you want to use. It can bring someone back to life. It can cause severe destruction of any living being. Nothing is good about it, but brings destruction and death.”

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

Blake’s POV The dark web is my playground, a hunting ground where I find the darkest, deepest secrets of my obsessions. It’s a place where anonymity rules, and I can hire just about anyone to dig up whatever I need on my next victim. The thrill of knowing every intimate detail about someone before they even realize they’re being watched—that’s where the power lies.

Hours passed, and the weight of the task grew heavier. "I found something," Elena said suddenly, holding up a thick, leather-bound book. She placed it on the table, dust flying up as she opened it to a page with strange symbols and faded writing. "It’s talking about an ancient force—something older than the werewolves, older than any magic we know." Lucas leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he read the text. "The Darkness Beyond... It says it’s a force that can consume entire worlds if it’s awakened."

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.