Dark Harmony Novels & Stories

We became a force of nature, an embodiment of hope. With one final, decisive blow, we struck at the heart of the darkness, shattering its hold on our world. The chamber trembled, the very fabric of reality warping and distorting. And in the midst of the chaos, the darkness dissipated, leaving only a lingering echo of its malevolence.

Hearing Stephen's name their head snapped at me and observed me for a few moments. "You can go inside." One of the guards spoke and opened the large wooden door for us. As we walked inside, it felt like we were thrown into another universe. Slow erotic music was playing, and people in the room were drinking, and smoking shit as if their life depends on it. Most of the parts were dark in the large room. The dance floor was illuminated under neon lights. I don't know how many people were there because most of them were in the dark. I felt my heart stop beating. Suddenly I started feeling like throwing up.

He said. “You were right.” Lucas said. “The bitch can walk in daylight. That’s why they’re going after the werewolf packs. To make more day walkers.” I said. “Day walkers that can shift into werewolves but have the thirst of a vampire.” Aria said. “Oh, we are so screwed.” I said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.” Lucas said. “We have to. We don’t have a choice. She’s the most dangerous thing out there.” I said.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

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.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

Henry**** The darkness around us seemed to close in as the power inside me pulsed, still alive and burning beneath my skin. I couldn’t escape it. It was a part of me now, a constant reminder that the life I had known—my identity, my safety, everything—was slipping from my grasp. But even as I felt its grip tightening, there was something else in the air. A presence, a force that had never been there before, and I wasn’t sure whether it was something to fear or trust.

They lose themselves to each other for a long few moments, burying their grief, their worries about family, their anxieties about war in their mutual happiness which right now feels strong enough to sweep through the entire world and make everything right. Which is why neither of them notice as the room slowly fills with smoke. Smoke, or shadow, that seeps in like a rage, pulsing and growing and flickering with a horrible blue light. And at the center of it all a very small form made of darkness itself, her breath heaving in her chest. Mittens gives a horrible little mew of fear just a moment before the darkness moves. “Mine,” the darkness snarls, storming forward, reaching out a claw-tipped