Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

“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,

No, I had to also deal with a boatload of other freaky side effects that coincided with Spirit. Where all the other elements of magic took from the earth, Spirit took from its host. When Lissa healed, the magic would drive from her essence and light, leaving behind something more dangerous. Over the years our kind had coined this entity as Darkness. In moderation, the Darkness could just result in mild mood swings and occasional ill-temperaments. But if ignored or built up after strong doses of magic use, it could become much worse. Many Spirit users had suffered from anxiety, deep depression, hysteria, and even complete madness. And not just the PMS'ing, overreacting bitch or even fanatic b

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

I gave her a soft smile, one she returned, but I could tell she didn't believe it, not even for a minute. "Sorry to interrupt," Damon's said, his voice rough, as he entered our mother's office. He gave my mother his charming smile before looking at me. His smile faded as he gave me a nod. He still hadn't forgiven me for what I had put him through, put all my family through. Imelda was a little more understanding. She didn't shut me out as Damon did, but she was still furious with me for not heeding her warnings about the dark realm.

"Let me tell you a short story before I leave. There was a little boy who became a victim of circumstances. He was trampled upon by his evil step father, brutalized,made to drink from his own toilet seat. He slept countless nights on an empty stomach as his only food was pain and anguish. And when he eventually escaped his evil stepfather, he became a shadow of himself, and then he grew up to become a very powerful and ruthless leader. What do you think he will do when he eventually comes across that man who had caused him terrible nightmares all through his miserable childhood?" Eden asked with his face turning pale and his eyes burning with anger and hatred as he stared at Derrick. He bega

He mumbled on my neck and next thrust was so gentle but intense that made me moan in satisfaction. I felt good when his apologitic kisses caressed my every inch. I know he is distracted and disturbed. He is trying to avert his mind, trying to calm himself down. And this is a rough phase for him. I completely understand and I want to become his strength. Want to become someone on whom he can relay, whom he can trust. He needs to know that there is someone who cares about him. May be I wasn't just bluffing, I have fell for you, Vladimir Volkov. I am not able to see your darkness even when I know you are not the good one. It's not affecting me anymore. Only thing I know is, I care for you.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

“Tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to.” I couldn’t think. My mind was drowning in pleasure, my body trembling uncontrollably as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. He was so deep that I couldn’t even process his words. Maybe I understood them, but my brain couldn’t form a reply. “Is it too good?” he taunted, his voice dark with amusement as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “You can’t speak, huh?” I forced my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze for a brief moment before they fluttered shut again. My head fell back against the bed, and I nodded frantically, my lips parted as broken moans escaped me.

They'd made their choice when they decided to betray the Black Rose, when they'd chosen to turn their weapons on their own. She'll be okay, I told myself. I would make sure she got out of here, alive and whole. Jude deserved the world, deserved to be happy in ways I could never give her. I was filled with darkness, steeped in it so deep I didn't know where it ended and I began. I was dangerous, a weapon that had been sharpened and honed until killing was as natural as breathing. And I didn't know what I wanted for myself anymore. A man lunged at me from a doorway, his fist swinging wild. "You fucking bastard!" he snarled, spit flying from his mouth.