Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Any second, Rhys will discover just who the ‘Petrov princess’ in Grisha’s warning is. Having only been to Moscow once, I don’t have a Russian accent like my father, Kristof, and Grisha. For two years, I have bleached my hair every time the roots started growing in. I look nothing like Natalya Petrov, the woman I was before I fled Chicago. I am Kira Davidson now, and Kristof rigged my background. Even if Rhys suspects my identity, nothing can prove it. But Rhys Redmond doesn’t need proof, I remind myself. As long as he considers me a threat, he will have that intimidating man kill me.

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

The dreams were a tumultuous mix of desire and darkness, a reflection of the tangled web I found myself entangled in. The whispers of the charms and the warnings of my grandmother echoed in my mind, a constant reminder that something ominous loomed over me. I knew that I couldn't escape the journey that lay ahead, the journey into the heart of the supernatural, where the lines between desire and danger blurred, and where secrets waited to be revealed. And as I gazed at the obsidian stones of the bracelet, I couldn't help but wonder what lay in store for me, what horrors and revelations awaited in the world that existed just beyond the shadows.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS Written By Adura EPISODE TWENTY (A SNEAK PEAK OF THE PAST) "I heard she's the only daughter of the Carmen" "So many deficiencies in the world, How could she be choose to be dumb?, Fate was so cruel on her" "Can't believe she can't speak" "She can't voice her own opinion" "She's such a curse" "Her hair is intimidating" "I'm sure she's a witch"

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

No more wails to be had— The feminine form touches herself and shudders deliciously upon her sculpted throne of mortar and bones. She knows the girl can see other worlds; observing them even as they observe back. Knows the immense threat the girl poses. She stretches and stands, urinates down bare legs. Dripping in exhilaration, this creature’s wildish floor-length hair lifts and swirls about her as she begins her scheming. Holding intercourse with the dead. She calls on something then, calls it forth from some ink-black place into birth, and listens with leering smile as it shrieks out miserably at its own hopeless fate in the darkness of the ruin’s attic above.

“I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.” Dorian’s playful smile grew, revealing his blackened teeth. He took a step towards Darkous, his back slightly crooked as he stood over an inch smaller. Dorian had been abandoned as a child, leaving him alone in a vast wilderness on an uncharted dimension. The immortal had spent over a hundred years in solitude, living amongst the beasts of the realm. Darkous had found him on a scouting mission, instantly becoming friends with the feral immortal. Although Dorian had been in hell for over a century he remained feral, relying on his animalistic traits. Dorian had gone insane, slowly losing his mind. And yet, his knowledge was vast; matching his b

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.