Dark Dealings In The Blackpits Novels & Stories

Disgusted and ready to turn around, I watch her climb the boxes in front of the dirty dumpster and swing her leg over the side. The entrance to Black Lagoon is a fucking dumspter. With no other choice, we follow. We follow down the tunnel that gets darker in more ways than one. It’s everything I expected it to be. Crammed with desperate bodies, filthy demons and lack of virtue. This is a version of hell right here on Earth.

she then cackles. The earth begins to tremble and crack, a dark slime rises from below, oozing out and the scent is horrific, a gust of snow comes through and the Wards step out into the chaos as our kind scrambles trying to get away from the slime. “NO! This can not be happening!” “hahahaha! The soul tar pit is open! Come to claim the souls of the living! Ahhhhhh!” she screams “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Piper has stuck a claw into her chest and is slowly pulling what look likes a black thread from within her, she thrashes around trying to get away and the Wards move closer and make ready one the boxes given to them by Tabitha.

Quiet means the price I paid last night was worth it. As the minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock in the hallway, Luca’s anxiety began to spike. The deep, rhythmic tick-tock felt like a countdown to his execution. He knew Graves’ twenty-minute warning had been for their arrival, but he had no idea how long this miracle of a visit was supposed to last. Adrian hadn't given an exact curfew, which made the uncertainty even more agonizing. Was he allowed an hour? Two? Would Graves abruptly stand up and drag him back to the cage?

Damien’s expression darkened with both lust and concern. “Then tomorrow night, they’re taking you to the Black Vault,” he said. “The deepest level. Where the real Masters play.” I smiled softly against his chest. “I can’t wait.” It was now evident that the blackmail no longer controlled me, the pleasure did, and I was willingly walking straight into the darkest parts of the Midnight Club, craving every moment of my own destruction.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

[This... is not the end. Not when there’s still a story aching to be told. These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood. Who has been there since the beginning. To the one unloved... To the one unseen... To the broken... To the Unwanted Grace... ...This is her story.] Chapter 77: Disgust The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.

Unleashing a cold snort, Paige Collins spun on her heel and abandoned his den. She retreated immediately to her private quarters, illuminating her personal terminal to access the exact dark network domain Jason had provided. Her fingers were forced to input multiple complex security keys and answer endless verification prompts, but ultimately, her system successfully breached the untraceable black market of the underworld. Back when Paige Collins was still completing her academy cycles, her curiosity had prompted her to log into this exact dark network once before. There were indeed all manners of unhinged, feral entities lurking within the domain—psychopaths, rogue assassins, escaped pack c

I was pinned by sheer force of will. Rhys did not even spare me a glance; I was beneath his notice. He addressed Gideon, his conviction absolute and his voice hard as tempered steel. "She is fully recovered, and she has proven she cannot be trusted in the living quarters. I will not have her polluting the Pack House any longer. She is a grave security risk, and she will be placed in the Black Pit until the tribunal. Before that, she needs to wear silver restraints at all times." The Black Pit. The name alone carried the terror of total, sensory deprivation. It was a cylindrical hole, twenty feet deep, lined with rough, unworked stone, reserved only for the most destructive rogues or captured

She shrugged slowly, leaving her words unfinished. “Dominic,” Xander murmured under his breath, "do you remember his face?” Grace looked as confused as I was with his question, but she answered still. “Very tall, dark-skinned with bright eyes. Green maybe and uh-he had this tattoo I think on his face, I’m not sure.” Xander suddenly let out a humorous small chuckle, shaking his head somewhat, “I knew that son of a bitch was still alive.” Again with the vocabulary. “The bartender told me they hire prostitutes, but I don’t think she knew about this”