Dark Fall Book Novels & Stories

“Someday, Damien, we will rule this land together. All of us, as we were always meant to.” He swung his arms in small, halted jerks as he bounced his baby softly in front of him. “You will walk these halls with your own son as we are right now. I’ve seen it, Damien. We will find him. We will find them all, no matter how long it takes.” The end…for now. The next book in this series is Cursed, please check it out. Also, please connect with me online. authorjwhite.fans https://www.facebook.com/authorjwhite

"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

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

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.”

002 AUGUST The sun was harsh. It bled through the curtains, stinging my eyelids and piercing my skull. My lips were swollen, my thighs were sore in the worst and best way. The sheet reeked of sex, sweat, whiskey, and expensive cologne that didn't belong to me. Nightshade’s cologne. I groaned, rolling over dragging the sheets with me. The memories of last night hit me like a bomb. We went round after round, until I cried and passed out.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

➖➖➖➖ EPIGRAPH ' He was the devil but his love roared louder Then his demon ' ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ INSPIRATION This book is inspired by Alan Walker's song ' Lily ' I was listening to the song and suddenly the Idea of writing this book popped in my mind ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ DISCLAIMER This is the first book of DARK MAFIA ROMANCE Series This book contains: - Mature content - Vulgar language - physical abuse Some chapters can trigger or make you feel uncomfortable so read at your own risk This book is 18+. I have no control over your choice of sexual reading content but you have been warned. ➖➖➖➖➖

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.