Dark City Beneath The Beat Novels & Stories

There were hundreds of people here, all packed so tightly together that it was impossible not to be touching someone. They danced on one another, drinking, snorting lines of powder off crystal tabletops. Lights flashed in every direction, making it all but impossible to focus on one thing. I turned around to find a wall of stone and not the corridor we had come from. There truly was nowhere to go but forward. A DJ with a skull mask over their head stood on a pedestal, creating a beat that had bodies swaying and heads falling back. It was darkness given a voice, whispering to cast aside everything you thought you knew to the beast within.

Right on cue, my stomach let out a fierce, demanding growl that echoed in the quiet room, signaling that an immediate trek down to the lower levels of the estate to locate the kitchen was no longer optional. Stepping into the wide, unfamiliar corridor, I navigated the foreign layout for roughly a minute before arriving outside Beatrice’s designated quarters. I offered a quick, courtesy rap against the wood before pushing the door inward, only to find the room completely vacant, the sheets neatly undisturbed. Downstairs, the playlist shifted abruptly into a chaotic, syncopated electronic rhythm. The intense vibrations traveled upward through the structural beams, causing the floor beneath my

Her command made my muscles lock in instinctive obedience. "Night is coming." We moved to the window. The cold air hit my face, dry and biting. On the horizon, the darkness wasn't empty. It was flickering. Thousands of lights—headlights, searchlights, the blue-white glow of Barzil-engines—were cresting the dunes. The ground began to pulse. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was the synchronized march of ten thousand boots. The vibration traveled through the stone of the building, up through the soles of my boots, and settled in my molars. Each beat hit like a hammer against the earth's crust.

Rowan covered me closely from behind as we got back into the car. He drove while music hummed through the speakers. I rode a pulse of excitement and dread. Rowan was never up to anything tame. The car finally stopped and my heart doubled when I realized we were heading underground. The vibe was all danger and promise. “Where is this?” I asked as Rowan lent me a hand to come out of the car. “Don’t worry. You will like it,” he said. “It’s called the Dark Night.” “Dark Night? But it’s three in the afternoon,” I said as I checked the time again to be sure.

It would be our only window—a fraction of a second to detach a eighty-pound iron press, throw ourselves into the dark ditches of the outer suburbs, and vanish into the urban underground before the corporate eye could register the drop. ​I looked down through the iron grating at the dark, blurred horizon ahead. The stars were beginning to fade, replaced by a low, massive dome of amber light that stained the southern sky—the unmistakable electronic glow of the capital city. ​The sixth edition was already riding the crates above us, but Chapter 123 was ending, and the final intersection was rushing toward us at sixty miles an hour.

What the hell was wrong with me? Honestly, it should be illegal to look like a Greek god and act like the devil. Someone as arrogant as him didn’t deserve to be this hot. “Don’t worry,” he said, walking to the other end. “I’m just as horrified as you are.” “You’re Ryder?” “The one and only.” Of course. Of course the jerk from the party was the one I had to live with. Of course the universe hated me. “This is a nightmare,” I muttered. He moved closer. “So this is what fate looks like. You snooping through my room already? You move fast, stepsis.”

incredibly tired. "I didn't say that," Zeke remarked, his tone entirely unreadable. He didn't move. He simply stood there in the shadows, watching the reigning icon of the entertainment industry struggle with something as mundane as finding a ride home—his cold curiosity finally overriding his disdain. Outside, the rain didn't just fall; it collapsed. The sky over the city turned into a heavy, violent sheet of gray, the sound of the downpour against the massive glass facade echoing loudly through the lobby.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

Afanasiv added. “Good. The two of you work out a schedule. Darkness and his army know we’re watching for them, so go unseen. Even if you spot them, don’t let them know you have. We need to follow them back to their lair and find out what they’re up to,” Tensel advised. “I’ll take another look at the underground city,” Damonq said. “If Darkness is hiding something there, we need to know.” Tensel nodded. “Chances are, if he is still using the underground, he’ll have more than one beast guarding it. If he is using it, we need to know why and what he’s doing. I think I’ll go with you…”

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.