Dark Fall 소설 & 이야기

E L E A N O R It felt like the abyss I always fell into in my nightmares—endless, black, suffocating. A pit of despair with no light and no end. I let out a scream when my back slammed against the cold, damp ground—muddy, slimy, and worst of all, drowned in darkness. “See you outside, Eleanor,” Dolores’s voice echoes faintly from above, but my body’s already limp, drained of all energy from the fall.

Shadow crawled beneath my skin. I screamed. Not from pain or fear. The darkness inside me stirred. Woke. Answered. “No,” I gasped. “Stop. I don’t want” My nails dug into my hands. I felt power twist, push, hunger. Kael held my face. Desperate. “Come back. Stay with me.” The darkness whispered: Take him. Rule him. Own him. “No!” I cried. “I won’t hurt him!”

he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Camila's eyes widened, but she complied, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. His tongue tasted like local gin. She could feel the other two watching, their breaths heavy with anticipation. The man with the dark eyes unzipped his pants, his erection springing free. "My turn," he growled, pushing his way into her mouth. Camila moaned, the sound muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. She was a detective and is suppose to arrest these criminals, but here she was fucking them instead.

Rico grunted, holding my head as I gagged happily on him. Mom deepthroated Jamal until her nose pressed against his abs, drool running down her chin. I matched her, taking Darius all the way while stroking Tyler. The men were groaning, hands in our hair, calling us their perfect black sluts. My pussy was dripping onto the floor.

She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her. She's terrified and felt uneasy but manages to stand up confidently. “I fear no evil...” The evil of shadows laughed insanely. “Then why you are trembling?” The evil moved closer to her, he turns around as he scans every inch of her body. “I can't feel danger, darkness, and evil in you.” Falla took off her spell and hugged the darkness itself. “Come closer my friend, the more darkness I consume the powerful I get,” she said. Falla fell into darkness, she's screaming but there's no sound came out of her pinkish, perfect heart-shaped lips. She is still asleep, she knows that. The back portion of her body felt comf

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

This was pleasant. I felt calm. I gradually give in to the Darkness with each breath.I could feel the darkness within me rise to the surface as midnight descended even further, taking up everything I could see and making the air feel deadly calm. My gaze shifted to the opposite side of the bed, where the lycan king was still asleep. The notion of him being so exposed to me now made me smile nefariously. You could hear the cheers and the mirth from the celebration going on downstairs. They were smiling, laughing, and generally happy. If only they realized that I was going to put an end to their happiness so quickly. Silently, so as not to wake the lycan, I got out of bed and walked across to