Dark City Beneath The Beat Novels & Stories

Of course I have experience in the art of medicine but I am no miracle worker. "I'd really need a miracle." By nightfall, the wind had picked up. I lit candles. Took a bath in the claw-foot tub upstairs. Let the silence press against my skin like a second layer of clothing. I felt something shift in me that night—not comfort, exactly. But a soft awareness that I wasn’t just a visitor. Not anymore. I was in this now. Whether I wanted to be or not. And somewhere out there, Kael Thorne was preparing for a battle I hadn’t even seen the shape of yet. ***

As she stepped onto the festival grounds, her breath caught. All around her, the clearing was alive with vibrant colors and decorations. Strands of lights draped between trees, their warm golden glow illuminating the space like starlight caught in branches. The air was thick with the spicy-sweet scents of cinnamon, nutmeg, and fresh pine resin, and soft drumming pulsed in the distance, the beat low and primal, echoing through her chest like a heartbeat. Every sound, every movement seemed to fall into rhythm with the beat, as if the Blood-Moon itself was alive and calling to them.

Two hours had gone by in a flash. Stretching my arms wide and reaching for the sky, I took in the bustling city around us. We were parked outside of Dark World Nightclub, a hotspot for both supernaturals and humans. The parking lot was full, music booming from inside the club, the bass reverberating through the air. This place had become a problem lately, attracting rogues who had been causing trouble, according to the intel Corey had gathered.

“It’s not over. There will be more.” Before Sienna could reply, the front door burst open, three armed men charged in. Enzo pulled Sienna with him toward a hidden panel in the wall. “Come on!” “Where are we going?” Sienna followed him, her voice panicked. “To safety. Go, now!” Enzo pushed the panel open to reveal a narrow staircase. They descended into a dimly lit underground passage, the sounds of gunfire and shouting fading behind them. Enzo closed the panel and turned to Sienna, his face hard.

The SecuTek Assault Armor is a battle gear comprised of cybernetic kevlar plates overlapping the wearer's reactive tactical clothing, wired to the helmet with many tiny cables hidden beneath the fabric. The advancing convoy entered the urbanized area. It felt like a ghost town; tall buildings with no illumination from the inside, barricaded storefronts, and houses that appeared empty because its owners fled the city to be with relatives in Luzon for weeks until the infection subsides. The city was partly illuminated by flickering lamp posts by the road, and the rest were shrouded in darkness. The lack of light was never an obstacle to the soldiers, but the city felt dead because of the infes

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

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.”

Lukas embraces the darker parts of Daniel’s soul, realizing that perfection was never what he needed. The afternoon storm had blown itself out, leaving behind a heavy, humid dusk that bled deep violet and bruised purple across the industrial skyline. Inside the loft, the shadows lengthened across the rough pine floorboards, pooling in the corners where the exposed brick met iron beams. Lukas stood by the windows, watching the amber neon signs of the auto-body shops flicker to life one by one down in the deserted street below.

The underground parking garage beneath the defunct textile mill was a tomb of concrete and damp air. Water dripped rhythmically from a rusted pipe, the sound echoing like a countdown in the oppressive silence. Jonathan stood by the hood of his black sedan, his silhouette swallowed by the flickering orange glow of a dying sodium lamp. He didn't look like a Prince here; he looked like a ghost haunting the ruins of his father’s empire.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant