Dark Mayhem Novels & Stories

"How amusing. Little did you know, Luna, that I would be awaiting your arrival." Luna's gaze hardened, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "You may have succumbed to the darkness, Darius, but we will not let it consume us. We stand together, united against your malevolence." Darius let out a cruel laugh that sent shivers down Amelia's spine. "Oh, how sweet. Young love, so naive and easily manipulated. But you see, my dear Luna, love is a weakness, a vulnerability that will be your downfall." A wave of darkness surged from Darius, engulfing the entire room. Amelia and Lycan clung to each other, fighting against the suffocating darkness threatening to consume their spirits.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Me. The darkness inside my chest suddenly laughed, and this time the sound was so clear that everyone heard it. “They blamed me for the war,” it said through my lips, “when they were the ones who broke the balance.” I struggled to regain control of my body, but my hands moved without my permission as black flames spread across my fingers. Damian refused to step away. “Selena, listen to me,” he said, moving closer despite Aurelius's warning. “Whatever is inside you, it is not stronger than you.” I wanted to believe him, but the darkness immediately responded with a cruel laugh and forced my body to turn toward him.

I hear him walking away. And then I hear the screams. Damon. Helena. Cutter. Mira. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no—" The darkness inside me stirs. Not the light. Not the power I've been using. The other side. The dark side. The thing I've been trying to keep buried since I killed The Collector. It rises up like a wave, hot and hungry and angry. I let it go. --- The explosion tears through the square like a bomb.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

They may win together. Then, however, a dark, ominous presence pervaded the air, and the ground under them appeared to tremble. Damon tore through the confusion with his shout. "Enough!" He raised his hands aloft, calling forth a terrible force that twisted the air around them, and the sound of his voice was like a thunderclap, and the heavens appeared to darken. The earth shook, and hideous shapes started to appear out of the darkness. The rebels stopped in disbelief, their eyes wide as a wave of dark wolves materialized, their shapes twisting and flickering, strange and menacing.