Novel & Cerita Dark Fic

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.

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.

"My sister went insane thinking about it. She wanted power. She wanted what I had. She was crazy about being powerful so she tried to kill me one night but luckily my parents caught her and sent her to jail. There they came to know that her mental health is not stable. She had an obsession with making everyone bow before her. She wanted everything. She wanted to become inevitable. She seemed like a psycho for power and money. So they decided to send her to a mental hospital." " There she got treatment for 3 years and when I turned 15 and you entered our house. That unforgettable night she kidnapped me." He stopped again talking when the horrifying events of that night started appearing in fr

The dark ichor appeared to pull back from the light, murmuring and steaming where it contacted. Briefly, I thought it was working. The dimness was subsiding, Farkas' structure getting back to business as usual. However at that point, abruptly, the light flashed and passed on. "No!" I cried, attempting frantically to call it back. However, I was depleted, the work having removed more from me than I understood. Farkas fell to the ground, his body actually turned by the Umbra Wolf's defilement. Yet, he was battling it, I could see that much. At regular intervals, his actual self would radiate through his eyes, fighting against the murkiness.

He had ruined everyone who had ever been close to me. Through blurry vision, I saw the tenth whip landing on Darius’s badly injured back. As he groaned in agony, Damon’s words replayed in my mind and I realized how right he was when he said, "Nicholus is plagued with darkness. Demons rule his mind and a monster resides in his soul." It was the moment I realized that my mate wasn’t a shadow of the devil as many people thought. He HIMSELF was the devil. So lost in the darkness that there was no hope of his return.

His eyes narrowed with deadly purpose as he tightened his hold on the son of a bitch beneath him. “No one touches the woman,” he scraped out in a low, chilling voice, aware of something shifting inside him. Something feral and violent and savage that wanted the bastard’s blood—but it wasn’t his wolf. It was darker, deadlier, rising up from the depths of his being like a primordial beast surging up from the seething belly of an ancient, merciless god. His fangs burned in his gums, heavy and hot, while his claws seared beneath his fingertips, eager to draw a river of blood.

After that, Morana chose to go into the room and rest, letting Anna call Daniel and tell him what had happened in a panic. Morana was sure that Daniel would run home to see her own condition with his own eyes. # # # In a closed room, where this room is only reserved for VIP guests, Lucas was enjoying a cigar in his hand while supporting his feet on the table in a haughty manner. The puff of white smoke that came out from between his lips was a color that contrasted with the slightly dim atmosphere of the room, but in harmony with the ambience of the place. A woman in skimpy clothes accompanied Lucas beside him with her fake smile and looked cute with heavy makeup covering her face.

Tom questions, brows pinching together. “Yeah, the demons that walk the earth in corporeal form are lower-level demons.” “There are higher-level ones?” I let out a breath. “Tons. Let’s hope one of those doesn’t—” Lucas speeds in front of me and stands in front of Ricky. “We don’t have time for this,” he says and looks into Ricky’s eyes. “You are terrified of the dark. Just looking out the window and seeing the night sky makes you scream uncontrollably.”

The big dangerous wolf appears out of nowhere and grabs Delfina from her neck, “I told you earlier that you will die a terrible death if you follow the same path as him. But you put the deaf ear on me. Now, see with your eyes, the beginning of the dark era!” “When there is darkness, the light appears from somewhere to kill it. I am not afraid of the death, Tigor, because I have planted the seed of the light. Your darkness will fade when the true light will Luminate the shine.” Delfina states before passing out from the suffocation.

Adrian sees me settle in bed before turning off the lights and settling down on the couch. I lay in bed, focused on the dark ceiling, organizing the information. King Friedrich created the Dark Phoenix as the anti-hero for his kind. But why? What did he fear that led him to press the breaks so harshly? Does he have any living relatives? I have a feeling this isn’t even the tip of the Iceberg. This story is like Swiss cheese, full of holes.