Dark Dealings In The Blackpits นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Once they turned to the dark side, their ties to humanity would be severed. They would be hunted down by the righteous people too. No individual or forces could allow the existence of dark forces. Philip gently pushed the iron door open and saw blood-stained steel hooks hanging in the air. Philip could already imagine the scene of pitiful people hanging on those hooks. Walking farther inside, Philip saw a huge pool, which was filled with foul blood instead of water. Many dried corpses drained of blood lay next to the pool, and that scene was terrifying. Philip could tell by the looks that they were ordinary people living in the slum.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

If he didn’t retire, they would fire him. Or kill him, depending on how this would play out. “We all are going to disappear for a while. We haven’t turned in for this yet. As far as anyone knows, we extracted the girls and were ambushed after. No one needs to know we were here or where we go, but it’s time to get lost.” He said before turning and walking back out the door, pointing to the tiny camera in the top corner of the hallway. “Take that shit down. Time to pack up. Ten minutes and then I don’t want to see any of you sorry fuckers again for a few months.”

even after restraining myself from thinking about him, I still fall asleep dreaming about those grey eyes. Christopher's mesmerizing grey eyes. The Devil's mesmerizing grey eyes. ____ Dark knight club has always been packed up with a wild crowd. And people here aren't the normal ones, they are mostly those who are involved in illegal businesses. Starting from smuggling of drugs to human trafficking and even worse. You would hardly find any innocent soul in here. you can say that it is a hangout place for all the criminals around the state. I take a sip from my whiskey glass sitting on one of the bar stools. At one of the corners, I can see a bunch of teenagers getting high on drugs, losing t

He didn’t get either. “Well, look what we’ve got here,” a voice rasped from the shadows. Aiden turned. Figures stepped into the weak streetlight: four men, their eyes glowing faintly, the stench of musk and blood clinging to them. Rogues. “The Blackthorn pup,” one sneered. “Out here all alone. No guards. No, daddy.” Aiden rolled up his sleeves slowly, setting his cufflinks carefully on the pavement as though this were just another meeting. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, restless, eager.

Night fell over Blackwater like a sentence of isolation, and inside the workshop garage, the silence was broken only by the sound of metal cooling. Dante Blackwood sat on a workbench, his hands stained with grease and dried blood, staring into the gloom. The golden glow in his irises, which once signaled dominance, now looked like the reflection of a fire he couldn’t extinguish. In the center of his chest, the Alpha’s heart beat with a force that suffocated him; it wasn’t the adrenaline of the hunt, but the excruciating weight of a soul wounded by guilt.