Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

Javier To say a fucking farewell to the day someone pushed me too far, was inevitable. Dimitri, those demons who took a hold of Scarlett’s soul, controlling her to their fetish desires and blah blah... My darkness itself, unleashing it time it got pissed. My father, who was currently hospitalized. Didn’t know why I didn’t regret it. Maybe I forced myself to. But each damn time I fucking thought of it, I derived pleasure. My darkness… was an outlet that made me happy.

Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. As she drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams were haunted by fragmented memories and ominous whispers, a portent of the darkness that loomed on the horizon. Meanwhile, Chris revealed in the aftermath of his depraved indulgence, a wicked smirk playing upon his lips as he surveyed the scene before him. The woman lay sprawled upon his bed, her body glistening with sweat and wine, a silent testament to his insatiable lust and unchecked power. But beneath his veneer of smug satisfaction lay a simmering cauldron of rage and resentment, fueled by the demons that haunted his troubled mind. For Chris was a man consumed by dar

Demons corrupt humans by tapping into their minds, finding their deepest desires and translate it into sinful acts. Tears continued to flow on the human’s face. Damien grinned, Chris’ miserable state proves him how worth his five years of wait. Chris watched how the demon’s appearance changed before his eyes. The black fog that always surrounds the demon is as if being absorbed back to its body. Chris is too pre-occupied to be even amazed but he must admit to himself that he is curious with what is happening. It continued until the black fog finally reveals a man with strong features. Chris first noticed the demon’s eyes which are very dark, much like the fog that previously surrounds him.

Her eyes held a terrible nothingness, teetering on the brink of insanity. "You expect my acquiescence, but what if I oppose your wishes?" Elodie's voice conveyed a disturbing potency, her words dripping with dread power. "How will you handle my refusal? Your request for help reveals your fragility. When the consuming Darkness descends, your lives will be nothing but dust, your bones crushed and blended with the sands. A fate hidden from remembrance, your existence erased from the annals of time."

he commanded, his voice dark and breathless. I forced my heavy eyelids open, staring into his dark, blown-out pupils. There was no internet-search gentleman left in him, this was the monster of L'impasse des Ombres, entirely feral, completely consumed by his addiction to me. "You're mine," he panted, his pace turning frantic, his thrusts digging deeper and harder into my wet pussy. "Every fucking inch of you. No more boundaries. No more sticks," he added as he thrust even harder, his pace becoming a brutal, bruising rhythm.

Just darkness… yet somehow eyes glowed faintly—deep blue, like Julian’s, pulsating rhythmically, as if synced with the boy. Damian’s mind raced. “It’s connected to him,” he said, realization cutting through fear. “Julian… it’s feeding off your signal.” Julian whimpered, struggling to understand. “It… it wants me, Daddy. It wants me to… join it.” “No!” Damian roared, his voice echoing off the concrete walls. “You are not part of this. You are my son. My family. You belong with me!” The shadow’s limbs rippled like liquid, stretching closer. The energy in the room intensified, causing the fluorescent lights to flicker violently. Dust swirled, loose wires sparked, alarms screeched silently in ta

I cut in. “What do you mean?” Delsanra asks. “The key lies within the darkness. What if that is literally the answer? Judah got in. He is a fucking evil bastard. Maybe it’s those who have darkness within them who can open this shit?” I say, each passing moment feeling like years. I need to get to them. “Darkness…” Delsanra says and nods. “My demon side… maybe it will work!” The entire place rumbles again, and I faintly hear an explosion in the distance.

Brings me to the absolute trembling edge and pulls back, leaving me wrecked and desperate and saying things I'll probably be embarrassed about tomorrow. "I'm a bad girl, Daddy. Punish me. I'll be a good girl. Please, Daddy. Please, I'll be so good. I need it, I need to cum, please..." He unclips the cuffs. Pulls the blindfold off. My eyes take a second to adjust and when they do, he's looking down at me with an expression that makes my stomach drop. Dark and certain and entirely in control of this situation and every situation he has ever been in.

Everything was too fast, too dizzying, and too much for someone with such a small mind as Amada. Dylan smiled faintly, scornfully when he saw Amada's convulsive, apprehensive appearance. It's not that bad, and yet Dylan likes to exaggerate. For a moment, guilt and guilt welled up inside Dylan, as he realized he had mistreated Amada. However, those positive emotions were quickly destroyed by extreme thinking. Dylan leans more towards the evil side, so the darkness easily invades and swallows the other bright parts. Right now, Dylan's fight is on the wrong side.

"Mikhail?" She breathed out as she felt what real horror feels like. He looked lethal under the dark sky. Exactly like a grim ripper who is there to fetch her soul and she can already feel her soul flying out of her body just by his mere stare. Mikhail's eyes were bloodshot red under the street lights. He was beyond pissed. "Was I too soft with you last time?" He gritted. "You still have guts to fuck up badly!" Marona stepped back in horror when she saw the same madness in his eyes which she saw in the warehouse while he was torturing her. He looks like this when she doesn't listen even when he tries multiple times.