Novel & Cerita Dark Fic

Its far from what you are thinking. ''And how do you know what I'm thinking, the all knowing Sky?'' I sat straighter now. ''Damian and I were talking and....'' ''Just talking-?'' He asked looking at me with googly eyes. ''Yeah, just talking-....He mentioned something though about someone's death, a female I presume......and inside, he died with her. I think her death is the cause of all his hate and sorrow. I just want to earn his trust but gosh!.....he is just so stubborn...''

***** ZIYAH It was positively disgusting what some people were willing to do to others. Like seriously, what the fuck was wrong with them? Wait. No need to answer that. Sick fucks would be sick fucks. Plain and simple. While I might not have a love for all demons, I only disliked the sadistic ones like I had dealt with while imprisoned with the Darkies.

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

“He was a complete maniac.” The words fell out of my mouth like they were nothing, like they were just some passing detail, but they were everything. Cain—The Devil, as they called him—had torn my world apart. My father had seen nothing wrong with the man who wanted to take me away. The man who terrified me to my core. Who had seemed to know the darkness that lived within me, and wanted to possess it, own it. There was nothing normal about any of it.

Dust motes dance in the air, illuminated by the soft light, and I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me as we descend further into the depths. I lean heavily against Dominic, my legs trembling with the effort of each step. The poison burns like fire, every movement sending waves of agony crashing over me, but somehow, being in the basement soothes the pain, if only slightly. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, Dominic releases me, allowing me to sink down onto the cool stone floor. The darkness presses in around us, a comforting blanket that shields us from prying eyes and unwanted intrusions. I close my eyes, willing the pain to subside, but it continues to rage within me, a

"Lady Danika, listen to the symphony's call. Embrace the melodies of compassion and unity. It's never too late to choose a different path." For a moment, Lady Danika wavered, her melodies faltering as a glimmer of doubt pierced her heart. But the darkness that had consumed her for so long proved too strong to overcome. With a defiant scream, she unleashed a devastating surge of dark magic, aiming to obliterate Aric and all he stood for.

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"

Adrian When we reached the old Phi Umbra house in Cainebrielle, the sight that greeted us was carnage wrapped in fire and silver. Blood streaked the grass, blackened with wolf and Dhampir alike. Carson and his men held their ground, but the wolves were pinned beneath a relentless hail of gunfire. The Strigoi’s Dhampirs were well-armed, their weapons gleaming with silver tips that sang with each discharge. They outnumbered the wolves ten to one, a tide of shadows pushing forward without hesitation.

ZIYAH Pain. Torment. Darkness. Was it day or night? Did it really matter any longer? This had been my life for years, decades, or centuries. There was no way to measure time here in order to know how long it had been since I was captured. Dark Fae were nasty creatures who took without compassion towards what they were taking. They despised Light Fae more than any other species out there. Thus, they hated me with a damn passion.