Dark Deception Monsters & Mortals Novels & Stories

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

Humans are the worst. They fear reaching a tipping point—a point of no return. They have blundered into compound wickedness. They struggle to learn the truth while also coping with their secular prejudices. They can also fall into enormous evil, made worse by their community allegiances. They do stupid things whose dangerous outcomes can never be undone. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Harder, baby, uhhh!"

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

Life in the Salviati mansion moves on like nothing happened, because that’s what we do — we bury the mess and keep smiling. I stare at the ceiling, jaw clenched. Monster. That’s what I called him last night. And he didn’t even deny it. He just smiled that dark, arrogant smile and fucked me harder while telling me about burning a family alive. About killing for my father. About standing outside houses and listening to people scream. I should be disgusted. I should be terrified. Instead, I’m angry at how much I still want him. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Group chat.

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.

It shattered on the floor, splashing cold tea across her boots, but she didn't feel the wetness. The pain grew. It wasn't just a headache anymore; it was a vision. In her mind’s eye, she saw a place she had only heard about in scary stories. Deep under the mountains, in a tomb made of silver-veined rock, a heavy seal was cracking. A hand, grey and clawed, pushed through the stone. Something is coming. The thought wasn't her own. It was a dark, oily whisper that coated her mind. The First-Born—the father of all monsters was waking up from a five-hundred-year sleep. And he was hungry.

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.

“The prophecy warns—” “The prophecy can burn.” I am the strongest alpha in existence. The richest. The deadliest. The one entire kingdoms kneel to. Fate doesn’t control me. I take what I want. A violent throb pulses through my chest. The wolf claws for freedom, desperate to run to her. Mark her. Claim her. Protect her. Who is she really? A mortal girl… or the reason the monsters in the dark are finally stirring? Because tonight… something ancient woke up. A shiver cuts down my spine as a raven slams against the window, cawing a chilling warning.