Dark City Beneath The Beat Novels & Stories

"The Discovery" The trio—Luna, Alpha Burst, and Alpha Zephyr—entered the underground city beneath the Blackmoon territory with a sense of anticipation and urgency. The atmosphere inside the vast cavern was tense, shadows dancing on the walls as they navigated through the abandoned structures. To their surprise, what they had expected to be a mere grave turned out to be a thriving city. The sinister group had established a hidden civilization beneath the surface, a testament to the extent of their influence and the intricacies of their plans. Luna, Alpha Burst, and Alpha Zephyr exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment that the situation had taken an unexpected turn.

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness. He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll. I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!

We continued dancing in that position still, his head in between my shoulder and neck while we both snickered at our stupid actions, yet neither one of us was mature enough to stop. “Baby, can’t you see, I’m calling.” He sang with a wide grin, his breath hitting my neck, making me giggle. “A guy like you should wear a warning. It’s dangerous.” I continued with the song as we moved from side to side, then with another, we returned to our normal dance move, his hand on waist. “I’m falling.” We sang together over the soft music, it was “Toxic” By Britney spears (Fifty shades darker version) then grinned like the idiots we were.

I almost laughed. Then the ground trembled. Not thunder. Not hooves. Something under the east ridge answered the fight. Anya went pale. Daniel heard it too. “What was that?” She looked toward the dark trees. “The grave.” The tremor came again, deeper this time. From far off, beneath earth and rain and old roots, something howled. It did not sound alive. It did not sound dead either. Anya whispered, “We’re too late.” Through the trees, a red-black light pulsed once under the ridge. Subject Zero had woken.

"Often enough. Now, move your paws." He pulled me toward the spiral staircase that descended into the lower levels. While I was expecting a simple underground gathering, what greeted me was a subterranean empire. It was as if we’d left the city and stepped into a sprawling cavern that extended far beneath the foundations of the street. A massive, glowing glass bar served as the heart of the dark room, pulsing with rhythmic light, with a separate lounge area shrouded in furs to the right. The dance floor surrounded the bar, packed with more bodies than I thought possible to fit in one cave.

She prayed hard. And then she felt him thrust inside her. The skin between her legs was burning as he pounded her into submission. He was literally fucking the life out of her, she felt what strength she had slowly leaving her body. "Yes fear me. It makes me stronger. Fear me!" he shouted behind her. The darkness was creeping into the corner of her eyes. Just as she felt the last of her world going dark she saw a glimpse of wings. Broken and banged, but wings. "Take me home" she whispered, and with that her body gave out.

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

It groaned and gave way, clattering into a dark pit. They dropped. The impact jarred Bianca’s teeth. They were in the Underbelly now. It was a labyrinth built by the old cartels, a damp, lightless maze of concrete and dripping pipes that ran like a cancer under the city streets. The air was thick, tasting of iron and waste. "Stop. Here." Dante collapsed against a wet concrete pillar. He fumbled for a flashlight, the beam cutting a weak path through the gloom. "The Ledger. Give it to me."

At the other end of the city the world began to unfold. O'Day clubhouse was alive, pulsing with a chaotic rhythm that seemed to shake the very walls. A thundering bassline rolled through the air, making the floor tremble beneath the press of a hundred feet. Flashes of neon light—reds, blues, and greens—spun wildly, cutting through the hazy darkness.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele