Dark Mayhem Novels & Stories

East caught Elize and pulled her slightly, but when the bomb went off, many parts of the shelter were scattered underwater and it hit Elize's side. From nowhere, a Black Card on Dark's table. Dark opened the envelope and there was the information he was going to collect. Dark was momentarily astounded when he saw a familiar name. He glanced at Trans and Auie. "I'm leaving." Said Dark Trans frowned. "Where are you off to?" "Where else? I have some to gather and deliver.” Dark just said. Dark took his coat and before leaving the room, he turned to Auie and Trans. Auie sat in Trans's lap as Trans's hand wrapped around Auie's waist while speaking joyfully.

Marek and Dylan were confused. "The ritual was an invitation to chaos, he had little or more entities of chaos left in his body, now the black magic was found from chaos when it came in contact with the black magic, and the darkness becomes too much for his mind to control," Lady Tamar shed more light to it. "So does that mean that the darkness in him is now too much for him to control," Dylan asked. "No, it means the darkness in him will want to overshadow the light in him," Lady Thea said.

"Give me everything, Iza. Give me the anger. Give me the heat." He moved her to the bed, the silk sheets a cool relief for only a second before the fire started again. The night became a blur of motion and sound—the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall, the sound of heavy breathing, and the whispers of things that were too dark to be said in the light of day. In the height of it, when the world felt like it was fracturing into a thousand pieces of white light, Dark gripped her hands, pinning them above her head. He looked down at her, his face a mask of raw, unfiltered obsession.

Focused on her sunshine. But Damien… Damien’s darkness was harder to paint over. The victory over Alister, the vast charitable endeavors, the joyful chaos of building a life with Lila – they hadn’t erased the scars. They were just covered by a thinner scab. The corporate battles were over, but the war inside him, the one ignited by the poison, the loss, the violence, still raged in the hidden theaters of his sleep.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

Emma rushed to him, her heart was pounding in her chest. “What's up?” She demanded. “It is worse than I thought, Emma,” Damien answered, going to sit down on the couch. “What do you mean?” Emma pressed, her voice taut with worry. “Ever is involved in some kind of dark magic,” Damien replied with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “What?” Emma’s face contorted in shock. “That’s impossible! There’s no way she would—” Her voice trailed off as doubt began to creep in, her mind racing to make sense of the revelation.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

"You’re still just the girl who cried when I touched her neck. You’re still just the mistake I didn't bother to kill." He straightened up and looked out at the ten thousand, his eyes full of a sickening, dark light. "Welcome back, Kaima," Damon said, his voice rising in a shout that made the survivors flinch. "I was wondering when the trash would finally find its way back to the bin. I hope you're ready to be burned, because I have a very large furnace waiting for all of you." He raised his hand, and the dark energy around him erupted into a pillar of black fire that reached toward the sky, turning the moonlight into a bruised, sickly purple.

I cut in. “What do you mean?” Delsanra asks. “The key lies within the darkness. What if that is literally the answer? Judah got in. He is a fucking evil bastard. Maybe it’s those who have darkness within them who can open this shit?” I say, each passing moment feeling like years. I need to get to them. “Darkness…” Delsanra says and nods. “My demon side… maybe it will work!” The entire place rumbles again, and I faintly hear an explosion in the distance.