Dark Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

The terrifying reality of her words hangs over the courtyard like a falling axe, cutting through the lingering smoke of the battle and replacing our brief, hard-won victory with a desperate, unforgiving ticking clock. Twenty-four hours is all we have before the man I love, the pack's steadfast protector and my emotional anchor, is permanently erased and replaced by a raving creature of syndicate design, plunging our entire dominion into a succession crisis and an era of unspeakable darkness from which we could never recover. I refuse to lose my mate to this twisted shadow war, so I stand tall amidst the ruins, pushing down the overwhelming panic threatening to consume my mind, and command Sh

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

"Son, listen to what Aurora has to say and believe that she had no other choice, just listen and you will know who wants to end you, besides being a Salvatore, he is also a caolin. Delmom, crying without understanding anything, was about to lose his father and when he saw him leave, he felt for the first time the fury of an evil werewolf and promised his father that he would kill the one responsible for the misfortune in his life. Solomon was glorifying in Felix's death and celebrating his reign, especially because he would be the owner of everything, including Aurora, as soon as he removed his son Delmom from the scene and everyone would surrender at his feet. "I need to get out of here and

" Arya snapped. "Put on the light." He said. Arya strained her eyes trying to located the switch in the dark room, she finally did and switched the light on. Her eyes nearly popped out of it's socket as she beheld the sight in front of her. Right at the center of the room, a long rope was tied to the ceiling and it hung downwards.

Everything speeds by, not stopping until I see myself standing in the threshold of the door, with Evander desperately trying to get me to step through. The blue-eyed man took me back here for a reason, but I have no idea what that reason is. Shaking my head, I turn to look for him. And then a loud bang echoes through the forest. The gates of Hell were opened at that moment, and shit hits the fan from here on out. Evander’s voice echoes behind me, muted as if he’s talking underwater. I whirl around, not wanting to see Lucas get stabbed through the chest. Something glows on the forest floor yards away, something I didn’t notice before. The sound of dragging chains reverberates around us, and m

The bearer would rule both light and darkness I slammed my fist against the stone wall. The sound cracked through the chamber, shards of stone littering the floor. I felt my blood boil in rage, at the veil, at my father for covering the truth, at myself for being too late to protect her. I could destroy the archives if I wanted, but what would that do? She was already gone. The only thing that mattered was finding her. A scout arrived, breathless, face pale. “Alpha we noticed suspicious activities beyond the unclaimed lands. Some sort of dark energy and animals fleeing.

He's such a fan of him. Switching sides, aren't you? I just want to help you with your confusion. "Fine," I finally agreed even though it sounded like a dismissal. "Let's dance and get over with it." A crook smile plastered on Demitri's face. However, even with the smile, his face looked hard as ever like some sort of granite in its finest. And those eyes of his. Two pools of darkness waiting for someone to be drowned into it. He's like a walking tragedy, a storm that could destroy anything if he wants.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

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.

His gaze was dark and hard as his fingers wounded around his neck, slamming him against the bark of a tree, the sickening sound of bones echoed. The darkness roared inside of him, His body grew hot, throbbing with anticipation, the darkness struggled to claw free from its chain, it ached to see blood as the life drained out from him. The visions came, they struck hard and deep. He wasn't squeezing the life of Morgen, replaced and struggling against his grip, Zara. Her gaze was wide and horrified...it streamed continuously with dark tears. Her heart pleading with him, her haunted terrified screams in his head.