Dark Lullaby Novels & Stories

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue you back together. I turned to Isabell. She shrieked with rage as she soared at me. Her darkness melted into a sword. The dark blade grew huge. It seemed to suck in the light as I stared at it. It looked familiar. Memories flooded my brain. This was the sword Kira had liberated. This was the Night Sword. And now Isabell had it.

"I sever this bond of darkness. I break the tether forged in deceit and corruption. No shadow shall claim her soul!" A sudden, searing pain shot through Lira’s skull, and she gasped, collapsing to her knees. Her vision blurred as a familiar, suffocating presence pushed against her mind. A voice—low, venomous, and ancient—slithered through her thoughts. "Foolish girl," Malakar whispered, his voice wrapping around her consciousness like a cold serpent. "You think you can escape me?" Lira’s body convulsed as the darkness tightened its grip. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and the world around her distorted as dark tendrils curled through her mind, suffocating her, pulling her deeper into the

Lyra screamed. No! She rushed toward the place where her daughter had stood. Nothing. The child was gone. The darkness laughed. One down. Lyra's eyes filled with rage. Bring her back. No. Bring her back! The darkness whispered: You want your daughter? Lyra raised her sword. Yes. Then come inside. The darkness opened a giant mouth beneath the golden ground. Lyra stared into it. And inside the darkness... she saw her daughter. Alive. But standing beside someone else.

Lyra was drowning. Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void. Soft at first. Then another. And another. The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

The combination of silver poison and frostbite sent shivers through my body. Sometime after midnight, the fever hit me like a tidal wave. I was burning from the inside out, my consciousness fraying at the edges. Just then, a low humming drifted from the master bedroom next door. It was the ancient vampire lullaby. Gentle and full of love. I was instantly wide awake. That song. It was the one Dorian had promised to sing to our child. "When we have a baby," he'd said, holding me, "I'll sing this song to them every night."

Loud wails of a newborn demanding its mother. Soft whispers at the back trying to calm the one who makes such high-pitched noise. A lullaby is being sung yet the pup pays no heed to it continuing to wail with all the pressure within its lungs. A wail that pains me. A wail that wakes me up from the darkness and pulls me back to light. My pup beckons me to acknowledge it's presence. My body sucked dry of energy and blood leaving me with nothing but a pile of bones.

Not safe. Wake up. Alone. The pulse inside me surges violently, bright light spilling outward from my stomach. The figure recoils sharply. The illusion shatters completely. And I am falling. Falling through darkness. The last thing I hear before the void swallows me— Is Dylan’s voice. Not calm. Not gentle. Screaming my name.

A blinding light burst forth, and Darius howled in pain. But just as victory seemed within their grasp, the ground beneath them shook violently. Luna stumbled, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down to see an ominous crack snaking its way towards her. She tried to step back, but the crack widened, swallowing her leg up to her knee. Panic surged within her as the ground crumbled beneath her, threatening to drag her down into an abyss of darkness. "No!" Lycan shouted, his eyes widening in horror. He sprinted towards Luna, desperately reaching out for her, but it was too late. The ground collapsed, and Luna vanished into the depths, consumed by the Darkness.