Dark City Beneath The Beat Novels & Stories

I thought I'm already used to each of Mew's side but it's obvious that I'll never get used to his killing intent. "Take care of Nathan for me, Becka. And never leave his side. You know what to do." I looked at them and Becka had no choice but to nod her head as she saw the look on Maze's face. Maze left without saying another word. And the moment Becka's gaze met mine, I knew that we're thinking the same thing. Tomorrow morning will be loud. Jake's First and Heine turned their back as several gunshots conquered the room. The painful screams we heard a while ago were now replaced with dead silence.

The only lights in the main space of the room were at the floor and pointed up at the walls, so that it was rimmed in wide, soft cones of blue-white light that illuminated every crack and crevasse in the rock, but gave no direct light to the center of the room. The lights ringed this massive space, silhouetting a huge, seething mass of bodies at its center. Cazz stared down at it, smiling, as the beat of music began again and I didn’t just hear it, I felt it. It thrummed in the air, hummed in the stone under and around us, throbbed in my ribs, and pounded in my head. The beat started as short, distorted chords on electric guitars, punctuated by heavy drums, then the music began and that seet

It would have frightened me if I was the type to be frightened— but then I wasn’t. “This is the New Normal, the Dawn of Darkness, the Age of the Undead.” She started to say with a stern tone. “Darkness will reign over the Reigns and the Dark One will be the sole orchestrator of it— No one will can save anyone of you from his wrath so the sooner you accept all of this, the better it will be for—” A loud growl suddenly claimed the air, cutting Abasha off. It was too ferocious and loud that it almost didn’t seem real but I had to check to confirm first. With the burst, Abasha and I immediately veered our gazes to the scene down below… and then my heart skipped a beat.

She followed Mateo down the stairs, her footsteps quiet on the floor. At the bottom of the stairs, Mateo pushed open another door, revealing a dimly lit underground basement. Betty's eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, and she saw something she never expected. “Oh my God! What is this place?” she whispered, her eyes widening in shock on the sight before her. Q

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.

The words echoed inside my head long after Betty stopped speaking. One of us has to die. I stared down at the glowing mark on my palm, then at Betty. The silver symbols beneath our skin pulsed in the darkness, growing brighter with every passing second. Beneath our feet, the ground shifted again, sending a low rumble through the forest. Something ancient and terrible was waking deep beneath the earth, responding to our blood and waiting for us to make an impossible choice.

Or nights, rather. The club pulsed around me in dim red and gold, the lights swinging like lazy predators over the heads of strangers too drunk to notice they were being devoured. The bass vibrated through the booth, through the table, through the bones of my wrist where I tapped silently, rhythmically, like I was ticking seconds off a detonator. The sound system was top-tier, the kind that made your ribs vibrate and your pulse sync to the beat whether you wanted it to or not.

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.