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In fact, I felt useless because I couldn't help them in this situation. My mouth fell open right when I had a clear view of the approaching blue dragon. He was really huge, and his covering, it looked harder than granite. His eyes were golden, intense and cruel like the eyes of a warrior whose sole intent was to kill. I had never seen a real dragon my whole life, but all my expectations were exceeded by this blue dragon. All his features were screaming brutality and bloodshed. Now I get it why West Evergreen Forest was said to be a very dangerous place only because the magical healer's cave was situated here. It wasn't the cave that people were afraid of. They were afraid of what was in the

Cassien led me through corridors that seemed to stretch on forever, his hand warm and solid in mine as we navigated the maze of the Black Rose base. The walls were concrete, painted a dark grey that made everything feel cold and industrial, with overhead lights casting harsh shadows that cut across the floor in sharp lines. We passed doors that were closed, some with small windows that showed nothing but darkness beyond, and I wondered what happened behind them.

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

It feels like I live in a prison where I can never be happy or see the light beyond the darkness around me. I never had friends or a girlfriend because my father doesn't let anyone get close to me. Sometimes I feel a lot of pain in my body and this always happens during the full moon, so I take some horrible medicine that my father gives me. He says it's for my good, because if I don't take it I'll get sick, I know it's not that, but I don't have my grandfather to tell me what's wrong with me! These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day.

Beta Shane rushed through the main hallway of the Moonlit Pack mansion. Morning light filtered through tall windows, but Shane hardly saw it-his thoughts were racing. He turned a sharp corner and burst into Alpha Jake's office, not even waiting to knock. Jake looked up from the report on rogue werewolves and vampires. "Shane? What's-" Shane closed the door behind him and practically threw himself onto the sofa beside Jake's desk. He extended his hand, holding a folded photograph. "Look at this, Alpha."

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

A vast dark place that had no walls and no floor and no sky but existed anyway with complete certainty. A book. Not the journal she had been imagining, leather bound and findable. Something older than that. Something that existed the way a wound exists, not as an object but as an absence, a place where something had been removed from the world and the world had never healed around it. A woman. Ancient. Standing in the dark with a stillness that was not peace but the opposite of peace. Something that had been waiting so long it had forgotten what it was waiting felt like. Just the waiting remained.

I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness. I went back toward my car before driving off toward my office, deciding that I should start with work, get my dark black coffee, a coffee that matches my soul, that’s the better option for someone like me. I got busy with my paperwork, you’d be confused with how much paper work I have to do, every dollar in my bank has to be explained, to keep everything legal, hiding all my illegal work, to keep everything clean, the police would love to have some dirt on me, but I’m cautious with what I do, I would no end up in jail, not now or ever.

Luckily during my training, I got well-versed in every genre. Actually, dark romance is a guilty pleasure of mine. Not that I'll ever admit that. I've read many, and I know how to make her books as dark as they can be. She must be new to writing it because she completely discarded the truly dark romance plot and went to the morally gray one. Just because I like dark romance doesn't mean I want to do this stuff to her.