Dark Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

DAMIAN The drive is short, too short for me to settle the burning fury in my chest. Every second that ticks by is slow torture. Fingers clench and unclench, itching to swipe the steering from the driver and rage all the way there. However, I need to bid my time. It makes the punishment worth it. After what seems like an eternity, we arrive at the place. It is a nondescript warehouse on the outskirts of the city—a Bratva safehouse masquerading as an abandoned shipping company.

Damien muttered to himself, stroking his chin as he stared at a pic of the plate number. "Employ two of the best Shadow guards of the Gray family to guard her in secret, she doesn't need to know she's being followed " Damien said, his eyes narrowing at the phone. He must find out whoever it is, no matter where they are. Finishing his meeting, Damien headed for Hazel's room. Pushing the door, it creaked open as he walked in, making his way to where she lay on the bed.

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

Beauty left her BEAST behind. "Dua", He kissed her closed eyes and each tear drops which were smeared on her face. At the age of 25 , Dua finally broke the hell gate of DARK World and Her soul floated out of the world in the search of warmth and happiness. Arin closed his eyes and fell down on the ground while clutching her dead body. *** ARIN's POV :- (after a month of Dua's death) That day, When I bumped her in the prison. Her eyes spelled a cast on my mind.

Dark stood few meters, away from Erimense dead body. He was grinning. "Rest in hell brother,and your soul a slave to the Dark lord forever" He said. Zoire stood, sobbing silently to herself.She couldn't believe she could stop the fight. What could she do,she wasn't ready to punish her son.But she will would find a way of dealing with him. Erimense lay,his own his own pool of blood.He looked motionless. A black bird came and stood on the branches,and let out a shrill, that it send fear into her spine,and it was the same for Darl.

Chelsey was so exhausted for the past few days as she never left in Carina's wake. Her father, Rouge, was still under comatose in an ICU. She was thinking of visiting her brother, Carter, after the burial of her mother.She just wanted to cherish the last few hours with her mother's side. She Carina seemed to looked asleep while lying her lifeless body inside the coffin. Chelsey wanted to touch her mother's beautiful face but she couldn't anymore. She only caressed the glass in front of her mother's face.

"I choose the dark. I chose the cage. I am yours... only yours... forever." Consent was a raw, whispered pact—a mutual decision to drown in each other rather than live apart in the light. The resonance of their union sent a shockwave through the ruins, the silver wires beginning to glow with a lethal, crimson hue. As the climax hit, the "Result" Dante let out a sound of static-filled agony. He began to flicker, his linen shirt turning to grey code, his golden eyes dissolving into white light. "The battery is overloading!" the teenage Isabella’s voice echoed from the heights. "The Mother's Wrath is turning into the Mother's Grave!"

The black gate behind it destabilizes violently. Cracks race up its surface. Dylan’s presence floods back into mine— But altered. Deeper. Not a merger. Not two. Not one. Something layered. Something the Custodian did not model. The Arctic sky tears open. And through the collapsing gate— Hundreds of obsidian silhouettes begin stepping through.

He bowed and left to carry out the order while I strolled out, ignoring the flames that surrounded me. By nightfall, my fury was gone, leaving my mind clear. The fire, the screams, the blood, it all seemed distant how, like smoke fading into the night. But peace didn't follow. Instead, a gnawing restlessness grew inside me, one name circling my mind like the curse that she was. Lilith. When I arrived back at the palace, I was about to enter the throne room when I met Talia passing, still with a worried look on her face, and I knew instantly that something wasn’t right and my chance had come.