Dark Lady Novel Novels & Stories

Pleasure starts small—a whisper beneath the skin, a low pulse. It’s the warmth that spreads when someone’s gaze lingers too long, or the ache that grows when a voice dips into something soft, dangerous, promising. STORY 3: Kissed by Midnight Part 1 Lydia had always kept to herself, tucked away in the shadows of her old Victorian manor. The place was her world—a massive library filled with books that whispered secrets from long ago. At two hundred and fifty years old, she was a vampire who hated the spotlight. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her eyes a deep red hidden behind big, round glasses. She wore long skirts and buttoned-up blouses, anything to avoid drawing eyes. Shy? Yeah, that was h

"How does a bastard born from a whore deserve to be my son?" Then, he turned to Francis and Bella, roaring, "Your beloved 'socialite' daughter got knocked up by some other man! Her baby is the bastard!" Glaring at the couple, he continued, "And the one you drove to its death was the true heir of the Hurst bloodline! Helen was pregnant with my son! My heir!" Silence fell over the room. Only the crying of the newborn child broke it. Francis' and Bella's faces turned a deathly white.

She wrote me right back, and teased me about the staff calling her “Mrs. Russell.” I fell on the bed next to Heath. I began rolling “Eve Russell” around in my head. “Everything is brighter, everything is … like I have the most incredible thing to look forward to, and this is a girl who has dated like probably a few dozen of the richest men in D.C., but none of them were good enough for her.

Chapter 15: The Dark Resolute I opened my eyes to the bright morning sunlight. I was lying in white sheets, wearing a T-shirt and boxer briefs. I can't remember how I ended up on the bed but I could remember what had happened the previous night and how everything suddenly became blurry and then, darkness. Which means that I could recall being in a light pink lace dress. Who helped me change my dress? The dark lord? In order to do that, he’d have to first remove the lace dress. And that meant he saw me naked again in a vulnerable state.

His eyes were still dark. "Where are we going?" I asked. Mila pocketed the dark knife. She completely ignored me. I tried to run, but after the first step, a dark cold cloud trapped my feet in place. I could feel it's tingling as it climbed up my leg. She turned back to the circle and lifted her hands. "I summon thee, Azserroke, Demon of darkness. I ask for a trade. Take this life and trade it for that of Isabell Grey. Unite her body, mind, and soul once again. Bring them here to me."

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

The wind blew as the old lady chanted words I'm not familiar with while holding the magical mirror. All were silent, waiting for the truth to prevail. Demitri went beside me and glanced at Raja. Although it was obvious that he has questions in mind, he didn't say anything and just held my hand as we faced together the mirror of the past. "Oh, magical mirror of the past, posession of the great Queen Lynea of the ancient witch empire, grant us our wish! Show us who were the culprits behind the poisoning of Solterra's Queen Romina!" the old lady said while eyes were closed.

Liyah laughed. "Really?" I asked, surprised. "Inner wolves are usually very timid when they emerge late," I explained when Liyah fixed me with a questioning glance. "But that's great. Have you named her yet?" "Yeah. She really liked the name Nova. So there." "Nova," I repeated. "That's a beautiful name." When Liyah nodded in agreement, giving me one of her killer smiles, my legs suddenly weakened. I let my eyes roam through the pretty sundress she was wearing, looking effortlessly beautiful like always.

It was brand new. Blaze wasn’t aware that she preferred this genre. Derek Landy was known for his dark fantasy books. Dang it! He should have let her choose on her own right from the beginning. ‘Right’ His wolf chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lilith brought the open book close to her nose and breathed in deeply. The feel of the smooth and crisp paper, that magical smell of a book being opened for the very first time was soothing. She felt lucky for being the first one to open it.

he asked. “She is in the dungeons of Uzgolith,” Nyka blurted and then bit her tongue. She just confessed to a sinister crime. A woman wearing black leather pants and a golden tunic came and stood right next to Xikoth. Her face was dazzling under the stars and there was anger in her eyes. Magic crackled around her hands in the form of blue light. “Amelia!” Nyka said, shuddering. “Tell me everything!” she demanded and threw a beam of light to Nyka. The blue light circulated around her head.