Dark Deception: Monsters And Mortals Novels & Stories

He was looking at the shadows behind the Great Hall. "They’re coming for you now," Damon whispered, a look of genuine terror crossing his face for the first time. "I did my part. I kept you in the cage. Now, the masters are here to collect the debt." The ground began to shake, but it wasn't an earthquake. It was a rhythmic thumping, like a massive heart beating deep inside the mountains. The air turned a sickly, bruised color—not purple, not black, but the color of rotting meat. The Northern wolves began to howl in a way I had never heard—a sound of pure, instinctive dread. They weren't howling at the moon; they were howling at the dark.

“Ruby’s gone. I heard she’s making moves to transfer schools, move to a new city, and barely answers my calls. Says she needs space from… everything.” He stared into his drink. “My business is sinking,” he continued, voice cracking for the first time. “Debts piling up. Partners pulling out. And all I’ve got left are regrets. Drinking too much. Hitting too hard when I shouldn’t. Pushing away the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.” Black said nothing. Just signaled for another round. Two broken men, drowning in the ruins of the lives they’d built. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️

The revelation unfurled like a dark tapestry, weaving a tale of malevolence and perversion, casting a pall of dread upon the fateful convergence of the fallen angels, and heralding the impending clash of darkness and divine will that would come to define the fate of worlds. Asmo's mind reeled with the stark realization of the impending calamity, the weight of the world's impending doom pressing heavily upon him. "I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief and revulsion. "This year is going to be a nightmare for the world."

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Or maybe some ice-cream? Or better yet, cookies and ice-cream. Yes, that's perfect! That's what I needed. Cookies and ice-cream. The door suddenly opened and the devil in human form entered and locked the door. "Sinister," I tried to reason as he walked closer to me. "Becky." He calmly stated. "Let's not go there." "Where?" He asked wickedly, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Holy hell, the monster was lovely.

If they fought, they risked everything. And yet, deep down, something inside her whispered stay. Before she could voice her choice, another howl split the air—this one closer, sharper, filled with malice. And then the shadows moved. ________________________________________ Eve’s breath hitched as they emerged. Dark figures slinked from the treeline, their forms barely visible in the dim firelight. Their eyes glowed, an eerie crimson, their presence radiating pure malice. These were not ordinary rogues. These were monsters.

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.

"Back then, even the Watchers dared not speak his name. She is not just a killer... she is a punishment." "She is more than that," the black-robed figure whispered, his voice turning almost ecstatic. "He is the first shadow, a form of pure darkness before there was light. He saw... and he waited. And now, she is hungry." Then from the hole, a claw emerged. Long, black as metal baked in the darkness, with joints that bent improperly. The claws dug into the edge of the altar, leaving cracks as the creature began to pull itself out.

Despite being gifted with powerful wolves, they were not the kind of Alphas she had envisioned. They acted no better than rogues, killing and looting without remorse. But what truly disgusted the goddess were their carnal desires. It was said that Claude and Silas craved one thing above all— sex. They used it to pass the time, indulging in pleasure without care. Being the fantasy of nearly every she-wolf, countless women threw themselves at them. And they didn’t care who they slept with as long as it satisfied their need. But to the goddess, this was unholy.

"Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot." Summer had to stop herself from laughing at her father's harsh words, neither man had noticed that she had woken up yet and she wanted to keep it that way. "The men will be here soon." Michael huffed, "If she doesn't wake up soon what good will she be for them?" "I'm sure they'd enjoy even if she was asleep." Jackson chuckled. No longer able to remain calm Summer shot up eyes flying open. Looking around she found herself in the hole underneath her fathers house with the devil and and his master.