Dark Fall Book Novels & Stories

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

"You need to sleep, Vlad... You have so much to work tomorrow..." "Why are you being nice to me?" He asked. To be honest, I don't know either. But this man is pulling me towards him. His fucked up past and messy life. I am drawn to his dark secrets. I love the way he handles me. Touches me. "I am always nice to people..." I slide down on the bed. "Not to me!" He replied while pulling me towards him. "Who says?... I am nice to you too..." I defended. "Why?"

Xenos slowly got up from the chair and began walking towards it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Is this the book of light you were referring to?” I asked, hardly able to contain my excitement. Xenos took a good, hard look at it. “Indeed it is. But as I should have guessed, it is now the book of dark.” We all gathered around the box, examining the book inside curiously. “I remember the last time I saw this book it was a dark shade of brown. Now it looks…pitch black.” Xenos nodded, “The dark magic took hold of the book as well.”

"The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home." I slammed the book shut, my gaze snapping to Diane. "It belongs to the Night Wolf," I stated, my gaze shifting down at the cover of the book, "a-a night wolf. Not this-Night wolf- Not in this time. An old- dead one..." I trailed off m

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.