Dark City Beneath The Beat Novels & Stories

There was no doubt this was her time. Yada walked to the doors of Dark Temptations. Vincent had opened the new club downtown near Pine Ave, a few blocks from the pier. It allowed him more access to the tunnels below the city. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see at least a hundred people waiting to get in. Spotting Eric emerging from the building, she gave him a quick kiss on the right cheek. “Good evening, my friend,” she commented. “Is he here?”

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

And those orders echoed like thunder. --- That Night – Beneath the City The vault room was cold. Silent. Three stories underground, hidden beneath one of Dominic’s oldest clubs. Only three people alive knew it existed. He sat at the head of a black marble table, fingers steepled, drink untouched. Before him: a wall of glowing screens — street cams, security footage, satellite links. His empire, pulsing in real time. “Play the footage from Tuesday,” he said, voice like glass over steel. “Docks. 4:20 a.m.”

' 'Whatever,' I said, barely stopping as I watched him disappear into the crowd. The beat was hypnotic, addictive, the heat of the people around me rising, swelling, filling the air above our heads. I wasn't sure how long I had been dancing for, but I knew it must have been almost time to hit midnight. Davey's underground club nights didn't usually start till twelve, but tonight was different. We'd listen to the chimes roll in from Big Ben, then party till dawn. Well, those of us still standing would anyway.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

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.

The sound wasn't a roar. It wasn't an earthquake. It was something far worse. The sound of reality tearing apart. A crack split the city. Not a crack in stone. A crack in space. It opened directly beneath the black tower. Darkness erupted upward. Pure darkness. Not the absence of light. Something alive. Something that consumed light. The silver glow vanished wherever it touched. The jailer raised its hand. Thousands of silver chains exploded from the ground. They wrapped around the darkness instantly. The city shook violently.

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

I replied. As he drove off, I noticed Jamila staring from across the street. “Watch that one,” Dre warned. “She’s trouble.” “I agree,” I said, shaking my head. [CLUBHOUSE] We arrived late. Inside, men played games, gambled, and talked in low, dangerous tones. This was the underground world in its rawest form. “This way,” Vincent instructed. I noticed every detail, every movement. This place was a trap, and I had to stay alert.

It was like a pounding deep in my chest that thumped and thrummed in with an irregular beat. As all things did that peaked my interest, I followed it. It usually got me in to some tight spots, but everything always turned out just fine. I was still here, right? I stepped lightly through the forest, careful not to leave a trace. Not that it mattered, but it was a good practice. The thrumming and pounding slowly started to reach my ears. As I moved closer, the beats started to collide into what might have been considered music.