Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

Only it was in my head. Blue fades to blonde and Euphoria shatters into ice shards of Sokin’s eyes driving that stab harder, deeper than it’s ever been. ‘Who the fuck are these people….?’ Sokin. My subconscious asked. The accusation. Suspicion. Malice of me holding his woman like she’s mine. I’m the sickest piece of shit on the face of the fucking Isle! 40: Ayame - Lies of Omission

They were just blurry shadows in his peripheral vision. Jimmy wasn’t sure if the other men could see the Anunnaki, but they certainly made their presence felt. Every sick and sadistic act those men had ever watched or gotten off on, was now visited on their own bodies. Whatever demons they were trying to exorcise in dim, furtive rooms like this one, were now coming back to claim them with a vengeance.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

I stumble toward the balcony, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. In the valley below the cliff, three massive, tripod-like structures have emerged from the mist. They glow with a sickly, oscillating blue light. Pulse-Dampeners. The moment they reach full power, the world tilts. The violet glow of the mark on my neck flickers like a dying candle. I let out a choked scream as a wave of nausea hits me, followed by a sensation of being hollowed out. It’s as if they are reach into my chest and unweaving the threads of my soul. My wolf lets out a jagged, agonizing howl, her connection to the mate bond fraying under the artificial interference.

Chapter 134: Abyss of Regrets DAMIEN’S POV I woke with a violent gasp, my body slamming against something that felt like cold stone yet dissolved into smoke the moment I touched it. The impact rattled through my bones, stealing the air from my lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, an endless, suffocating void that pressed against my skin with icy, probing fingers. It wasn't a mere absence of light. This darkness breathed, it watched, and it hungered.

Through the windows, the party had descended into something else. "Look." She didn't want to. But his hand guided her face toward the glass. A man old enough to be grandfather fucked someone who looked barely legal against the pool table. The kid's eyes were black, gone on Glimmer. By the bar, two women used toys on a third while men formed a circle, watching and stroking themselves. "New formula." Damian's voice stayed clinical. "Glimmer 2.0. Triple the high, ten times the addiction."

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

Then more. Multiple men emerged from the shadows, their movements swift and merciless. The rod slammed against him again and again, each impact rattling his skull, blurring his vision. Black dots danced before his eyes. His knees buckled, his hand shot up to clutch his head, but the assault didn’t stop. The world tilted, spinning out of control. His smirk was gone, replaced by raw pain. His body collapsed, crumpling to the cold concrete floor. The last thing Damon saw before darkness swallowed him was the outline of faceless men closing in, their shadows stretching long across the underground walls.