Dark Dealings In The Blackpits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Elena's POV The rogue behind me stepped into view, a cruel smirk plastered on his face. "Save your energy," he sneered. "You aren't fighting your way out of this. Once I drop you off at the Moonfall Pit, you'll be played with until you're dead. No one is coming for you." The Moonfall Pit. It was the darkest, most depraved underground den in the city. It was a hive for exiled rogues and illegal drugs. They made a business out of kidnapping low-tier wolves and turning them into playthings.

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."

I gave a signal to my Beta. As she was dragged out, her screams echoed through the entire building. “Rylan! You’ll regret this! She’ll never forgive you!” Three days later. The Shadow Dungeons, deep in the Black Forest. This was where the Blackrock pack imprisoned its worst criminals. It hadn’t been used in centuries. The dungeon was buried deep underground, its walls made of special silver-laced stone that could completely suppress a wolf’s powers. I walked down the slippery stone steps, my footsteps echoing in the empty space.

The stranger whose face I never saw clear, but whose scent, and raw dominance had haunted my sleep for weeks. And Jasper had just called him Father. Congratulations, Ciara. You have officially fucked yourself harder than anyone else ever could. The second wave hit darker, twisting my stomach into ice-cold knots. Dax Blackthorne, the Dax Blackthorne, the untouchable mafia kingpin who ruled the deadliest empire across human streets and hidden supernatural shadows with ruthless precision. The stories whispered about him were nightmares, he vanished enemies without trace, controlled entire cities through fear alone, walked into rooms and made grown men piss themselves with one look. He was the g

I bit my lip harder, trying not to cry out as the pleasure rose higher and higher. Then…. My door creaked open, my eyes widened as a man in a black mask came in and pointed his gun at me. For a second, we just stared at each other. My body froze, but the vibrator was still inside me, still buzzing. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Your pussy or your life?” he asked coldly, his dark eyes dragging slowly over my naked body, lingering on my breasts, my thighs, the way I was still spread open on the bed.

“At least tell me what kind of bad shit.” She stops and looks at me with an expression of worry and pity and pretty much nothing good. “Blacktop is into drugs, sex trafficking, blood fight and a whole lot of disgusting stuff. The fucking Alexei you are madly in love with maybe linked to your sister disappearance.”

She soaked her hands in it, washing away sweat and faint bloodstains from the day’s fight. Her victory over Ironwall had been spectacular, yet forcing her moonlight essence to compress to the extreme had strained her meridians severely. A dull ache still lingered in her arms. She could delay no longer. All Dark Blood spies hiding in the city had to be eliminated before the semi-finals. Meanwhile, in the Blind Old Man’s Tavern in the southern district. This tavern lay beneath Blackrock’s most chaotic slum. The air reeked of cheap ale, stale vomit and rotting wood.

He would never recover from it. A loud roar sent a new wave of fear through the Omega. The scent of smoke was strong and was suddenly the only thing he could smell. Kyle's eyes widened, and he screamed when a wolf, way taller than it should be, reached its head toward them with its mouth wide open. Kyle watched in horror as the rogue on top of him had his head ripped off and eaten by the black monster dripping with blood. Black shadows surrounded them, and the most horrifying screams came from them. Heat, unlike anything the Omega had ever felt, radiated from the shadows, which somehow had a deep red glow from within.