Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

But I could feel the shadows resisting, wrapping tighter around me. The criminal impulses, the residue of my upbringing, were like chains, pulling me back every time I tried to reach out to her, to her world. It made me wonder, was I truly different from the man who yielded to his darkness, who beat a man up because he couldn’t control the shadows within him? Was I deserving of her light? “I hate this…” I muttered. “I hate that I can’t deny these impulses… that I can’t be the man she deserves.” My wolf was silent, feeling the pain and the struggle inside of me. The battle between the shadows and the longing for Ella’s light was tearing me apart.

The air crackled with a dark, oppressive energy as Alex advanced, a predator now fully unleashed. His eyes, once filled with conflicted emotion, burned with a ruthless fire. Every step he took radiated authority an unrelenting force that demanded submission. Damian’s body trembled as he backed against the jagged wall, heart pounding in his chest, unsure if he was witnessing his own downfall or the birth of something terrifyingly new. Alex’s presence was overwhelming power infused into every movement, every breath. His lips curled into a cruel, satisfied smile, one that sent a shiver down Damian’s spine. The man he knew had been consumed, remade into a vessel of dark dominance.

“I'm not the kind of man you imagined. I am not your happy ever after. I am a bad man with dark secrets. It's huge enough to destroy your existence. But you…” My voice trailed as I locked gaze with those mesmerizing Amber eyes that twinkled under the soft glow of the chandelier. I wanted to kiss them. To wipe the tears off and spray my seed all over her face until she gagged. “You are pure, innocent, fragile, full of life, so fucking young. You are brave, you dare to explore. That's the reason I call you little dove. One more step closer to me and you will be tainted by my darkness.” “All it takes is one taste for you to get obsessed. For you to get dangerously addicted. Before you know it,

I tried to mind link him or my wolf, but my body still had this day’s injection in, I still couldn’t reach anyone. “Vampires are one lucky species, don’t you think, my lady? They can make you do anything they desire.” Can someone punch him? My eyes spoke louder than my forced sealed lips. I glared at the smirking psychopath, who seemed to be amused by my scowl. “Was he the one who harmed you?”

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

I am different things, I am my demons, I am my sister's killer, I am darkness, I am broken, but never am I light, never am I happy, never am I smiling truly and it's all because I can never be this things. I am darkness. I am broken. I am unbelievably damaged. I am a broken artist who has lost his muse. I am the devil's child. I am darkness, the sooner everyone sees that, the better for them. I saw it a long time ago and God knows I had no choice but to accept it.

I open my eyes and lets tears wet the pillow beneath my head. "D-Don't y-you have a-any m-mistresses?" I ask with trembling voice. After hearing me he grips my arm and make me face him. His face is hard. "Don't you ever fucking dare to ask such question again!" He says in hard voice. "Besides this the thirst of mine can only be quenched by you." Is he bipolar? One minute he is angry and next minute he is sweet. He moves my hair from my neck and starts nibbling on my neck.

"The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness." The second image was somehow worse in its simplicity. Just darkness. Absolute darkness that seemed to move, to breathe

my chest sinks with dysphoria as I luridly watch my ascent toward a malevolent being hanging in the sky. This isn’t me. I see myself flash behind the source of this impregnable darkness birthing the endless swarm of Darklings and with a second, I’m grabbing a neck and wringing out agonizing cries from it, adding building pressure as my hand around its neck begins to spark with blue current, preceding the impending rush of Demon-expelling fire. This is not me, I’m not in control of my body. Is it Runa? ‘Runa, are you there?’ I call out in my vain struggles, unable to unhinge myself from this compulsive darkness. I don’t feel my wolf and then it dawns upon me, that whatever is in perfect contr

A gasp tore through my throat like a poisoned arrow and I shot to my feet, blinking away the nightmare that played behind my lids only seconds ago. “So real, how could it feel so real?” I wheezed, scrambling out the bed and heaving over the porcelain bowl of the washroom sink just before my guts heaved up even more of my poisoned blood. “Goddess and seven hells, Laziel. You have finally gone mad.” I chuckled bitterly, glaring at my reflection in the dirty mirror. “Side effects of The Darkness include fever dreams, wolf maladies, hallucinations…delirium,” I muttered, recalling the words from the scribe’s handbook after the first plague of the darkness hit all those years ago.