Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

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

Hungry. The man looks like Alex, but cold. Calculative. He’s holding a leash. "Hello, Mia," the Dark Mia purrs. "I'm every shameful desire you've repressed. I’m the part of you that wanted Jason to hurt you. The part that liked the camera." "Hello, Alex," the Dark Alex sneers. "I'm every cruel impulse you've indulged. I’m the part of you that broke Harlan. The part that enjoyed watching Mia cry on the table."

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.

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.

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.

he said with sad eyes as he looked her face She burst into tears with her gaze on the floor "Son, we never knew the reason your grandma was killed. We heard the news the next day and we went in search of you but you were nowhere to be found" Emilio explained Eden sighed and wiped away the tears that dripped down his face. "You know, I recall how you both always thought that I was possessed whenever I caused a nuisance" he said and sniffed. "Well, you're right. And right now, I'm possessed with a darkness that has overshadowed me" he said

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

“I can’t wait.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my lips, his hand tightening slightly around my wrist. “So? Do you want me to fuck you in front of Betty and the driver?” “I don’t care,” I muttered, my voice laced with frustration and need. His laugh deepened, low and dangerous, and his eyes darkened, locking onto mine. “You better care, love,” he growled, his tone carrying a warning that sent a shiver through me. “Because after they see how beautiful you look coming and after they see that gorgeous body of yours, they won’t see tomorrow. Do you want that, love?”

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random