Dark Mayhem Novels & Stories

He told Liam to shut the door and walk outside after Damien swallowed the entire glass in one go. He swore never to feel this again and never to take this medication again, but here he was doing both as he was experiencing heart anguish once more after a long time because of that mare girl. Liam left him alone while holding a concerned expression. ~~~ Damien was standing in a big and dark room which was located on the other side of the mansion,it had no source of light ,just one small window. He switched on the light which was too dim, stepping closed to one particular wall he glared at the picture.

He sent as much emotion to her as possible, giving her his heart as he shed his body, leaving it vulnerable to Darkness’s mutations. Amelia’s mind was the real battlefield. Darkness wanted her dead before they contained her. The sliver of evil commanded her lungs to cease breathing. Damonq forced the air to continue in and out of her. He felt the anger as the master monster realized he wasn’t alone in Amelia’s mind. The force of the undead’s rage, coiled and ugly, hit him hard. Waves of turbulent sound bounced through Amelia’s head, high-pitched, painful. Darkness tried to drive Damonq out of the teen while he went after her heartbeat.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

The tranquility of Clovis City is not the peace of resolution, but the calm before the storm. *********** Demika, however, has been plagued by her own demons since that fateful day—her thoughts a swirling vortex of doubt and fear. She had tried to cast a protection spell on Selena, but something went horribly wrong. The darkness that engulfed Selena as she tore Charmaine to pieces—Did she cause the darkness that overwhelmed Selena during her fight with Charmaine, or was it something else? Was it truly Selena’s, or had her own spell twisted into something far more sinister? The question haunts her, gnawing at her sanity, for she knows the truth she has kept hidden from everyone.

I demanded, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. Whitman sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “There’s an ancient darkness that was thought to have been defeated years ago. It was a force that once controlled the rogues, bending them to its will.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’re saying it’s back?” Whitman nodded. “Yes. This darkness is seeking revenge, and it has resurfaced with a new leader. The Blackthorns are merely its instruments.” Eli exchanged a worried glance with me. “And what does this have to do with the traitor?”

I want to scream don’t let her near our child, but my mouth won’t obey. “I know,” Damian whispers, forehead resting against mine. “I know you’re fighting. Just… don’t let go yet.” Darkness surges. The last thing I hear before everything fades is Damian’s voice, raw and unfiltered, filled with something terrifying and absolute. “If anyone did this to her,” he says quietly, deadly calm, “I will burn their entire world down.” And then nothing... I think I died.

“It's been one week, man. One week of living in hell.“ Richard whined. “You know what's worse?“ “Tell me.“ “I've not had a release for the past week. The ladies won't let me into their coochie 'cause they think I'm not a real man. Terrible, bro.“ Richard winced. “I've not had a release for ages. It's not as bad as you make it seem.“ Austin said casually, sipping at his coffee. “It is bad, and it's gonna stop tonight. You and I, we'll be hitting a nightclub.“ “Nah. I think I'll pass.“

Sa likod nito ay ay may apat na mga lalaking tahimik lang na nakamasid sa'min. Matagal pa bago ako ay nakapag salita pero pero may ngisi nang pumaskil sa mga labi ko na kanina ay nakaawang. "Ephraim.." wika ko. His gaze held mine. His eyes were very dark, uniquely so, I had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue, but Ephraim were the color of the sky just on the edge of the night. Sa wakas ay lumabas ka rin sa lungga mo.

Laty glared at him, “Take a step towards me, and you will regret this.” Kil only smirked at the words, "It is unclear to me why you are this way, but I hope to change that.” His million-dollar smile as he said those words was enough to make an ordinary man swoon. However, Laty isn't an ordinary man. He's out to get revenge on those who killed his parents. With a battle cry, he charged toward Kil. “Dark.” Kil facepalmed as he watched his mate approach. “Whoever said having half-souls makes things easier for you was lying.”

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly