Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Xander chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Rescue, you say? Oh, how predictable. But know this, Dakota, the shadows are my ally. I command them, and they will be your undoing." As Xander finished speaking, the room plunged into darkness, enveloped by an inky blackness that seemed to devour all light. Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful.

Daniel carefully picked up the necklace and examined it. "What just happened?" He voiced out his thoughts before inadvertently pressing the W symbol on the ball of the necklace. A rattling sound was heard within the ball and it split into two,revealing a small piece of folded paper within. "Wow." Annabelle's eyes was wide at this point. "This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Daniel muttered and unfolded the piece of paper. It was quite old and contained words written with skyblue-colored ink. The words were thus: 'Luke the immortal.But not the invincible. Above all but vulnerable to one. One poison deadlier than the other. Werewolf venom triumphs over vampire virus.The might of

Her mind finally understood what he was talking about as she stared at him in shock. How could he do these nasty things without even feeling them made her face show how much she felt disgust towards him as she watched his face, and rage poured through her veins. She felt like ,He had turned his emotions off just like vampires do. "Enough, please stop this nonsense already Damien, I am weary of your sick games, you should take help from a psychologist, you are insane",Damien's eyes grew gloomy as he heard her venomous words.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

DARK SIXTY FIVE: DEJA VU Blake's POV: Why do I feel like something weird is really up? And if something weird is really up, this is stupid. Feeling my head, as I try to open my eyes, I hiss at the pain surrounding my head. I try to sit up on this ground, I wasn't lying on a bed, it's not a bed. As I try to sit up, I struggle with my back. When I got the strength to open my eyes, nothing welcomed my sight. I gasp when I don't seem to see anything, but black.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

The mattress dipped beneath my weight, but before I could catch my breath, he was looming over me while stripping his shirt away in one fluid motion. My eyes betrayed me, raking down the lines of his chest. His lean muscle flexed with every movement until I froze at the ink etched by his left breast. A tiny shape like infinity. My throat tightened. I wanted to ask but his voice cut through the storm of my thoughts. “Tell me one of those sick fantasies you’ve had about me, Snow.” His words were mocking but there was something else there too, like a dare. Heat flared in my face, crawling down my neck. I opened my mouth, but the words tangled on my tongue. My heart slammed against my ribs so ha

“Fuck… you shouldn’t be touching me right now. I’m filthy.” “I don’t care,” I whispered immediately. And I really didn’t, not when I’d spent days feeling like the world was collapsing around me and I’d been trapped in this giant terrifying villa surrounded by emotionally unstable wolves and mysterious family secrets while carrying a supernatural child that glowed like haunted moonlight. I clung to him harder and for one terrifying second, Dax actually shook slightly while holding me. That scared me more than blood ever could because Dax Blackthorne wasn’t the kind of man who shook.

CLAIMED BY MY SAVIOUR SERAPHINA & REID The safe house smelled of rust, motor oil, and the faint copper tang of old blood. Nineteen-year-old Seraphina Laurent knelt on the cold concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse outside Juárez, her wrists zip-tied behind her back, silk blindfold soaked with tears and mascara. She’d been here three days, or maybe four. Time blurred when they kept the lights off most hours and fed her only enough to keep her conscious. Her cream-colored dress—once Chanel, now torn at the hem and stained, it was hiked up around her thighs from struggling. Bruises bloomed on her knees and the insides of her arms where rough hands had gripped too hard.

My name is Pheona, and I'm your assistant at the Gray industries, Sir" "Oh, right...it's you" Damien said cooly, walking towards Hazel. "Let's go? Damien said to Hazel Turning back to look at his supposed assistant, he said " Nice seeing you today" Then he led Hazel towards the car. Pheona stared at the backs of Damien Gray and the unknown woman. She wondered who the woman was. Was she Damien's girlfriend? But why didn't she know the boss had a girlfriend? Frowning, she stared at them as they got into the car, driving off.