Dark Lullaby Novels & Stories

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

“Watch everything. Trust no one. Not tonight.” The figure paused, hesitation in its step, then retreated into the fog. But the tension didn’t fade. My chest heaved, mind racing with fear and exhilaration. He turned to me, eyes smoldering. “You see? Even the past… even the lies… they follow us. But it doesn’t matter. Because fire… fire consumes all.” “Even me?” I whispered, voice trembling. “Even my heart, my mind… my everything?” “Yes,” he murmured, fingers brushing my cheek, pulling me closer. “Because once you surrender… fully… there’s no turning back. And you… you’ve already surrendered.”

The pendant around Elara's neck glowed even brighter, casting a pale blue light that only slightly pierced the overwhelming darkness. Suddenly, a soft melody reached their ears. The sound was haunting, echoing through the winding corridors and drawing them forward. The tune was eerily familiar to Elara, and a memory tugged at the edges of her mind. "That's... that's Lysandra's lullaby," she whispered, her eyes wide with realization. "She used to sing it to me when we were children."

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

“Why do you ask?" "There is a legend of a lyceum, he is called Night Terror, and now we think he is going by The Howling One. He is the oldest of the lyceums, and it has been said he was the first. Remember the story I was telling you? It is said he lives in a shadow realm, somewhere between the light and the dark. We call it the twilight world, although this realm is forbidden to all wolfin." "What does this have to do with me?" She asked looking over the manicured lawn.

He hesitated to kill his own grandmother but the Demon held his shoulders, "You've to or you won't get your Price," it said and Aadhiyan still couldn't take it. "No I can't do it," Aadhiyan nodded. "You can do it, I'll tell you how to," the demon cackled and the lamp went off suddenly turning the room totally dark. When the flame again went on, Aadhiyan opened his eyes and it glowed like the demon's eyes thus being fully possessed by the demon now. Today the sky is devoid of the moon and it's completely dark outside.

Daniel carefully picked up the necklace and examined it. "What just happened?" He voiced out his thoughts before inadvertently pressing the W symbol on the ball of the necklace. A rattling sound was heard within the ball and it split into two,revealing a small piece of folded paper within. "Wow." Annabelle's eyes was wide at this point. "This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Daniel muttered and unfolded the piece of paper. It was quite old and contained words written with skyblue-colored ink. The words were thus: 'Luke the immortal.But not the invincible. Above all but vulnerable to one. One poison deadlier than the other. Werewolf venom triumphs over vampire virus.The might of

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

The choir was on their feet again as the keyboardist began playing the solemn keys to the melody of the hymn: When The Mists Have Rolled In Splendour; The congregation rose and watched as Reverend Anthony slowly walked his daughter forward to the solemn music the choir was singing; When the mists have rolled in splen-dour From the beau-ty of the hills, And the sunlight falls in gladness, on the river and the rills, We recall our Father's promise In the rainbow of the spray; We shall know each oth-er better When the mists have cleared away. As Inara walked down the aisle in her father's arm, all that registered in her mind was that this was the final step, being handed over to him. As a point

Then suddenly, without warning, she began to hum. Softly. To herself. A slow, sad melody, the kind that rose and fell like waves in the dark. The kind of song mothers sing when children can’t sleep and the world outside feels frightening. Enzo stopped chewing the bone. Silas looked up from his book. Alaric went still behind me. Everyone was staring at Lyra, because Lyra didn’t sing. Lyra didn’t show vulnerability. Lyra was steel and sarcasm and military orders. Not this. Not this woman with glassy eyes humming a lullaby by the fire.