Dark Mayhem Novels & Stories

I clarified. A savage anger surged from the depths, a brooding darkness that eclipsed reason. In the grip of this malevolent force, every thought was tinged with bitterness, and a sinister satisfaction whispered of revenge. It was as if shadows themselves had taken residence within, fueling a fierce storm of dark anger that sought release in ways both unpredictable and unsettling.

Darkness crashes in. And I feel nothing at all.

"Take your men and wipe out the goblins below us. There's another force coming up that wooded hill to our right, they're mine." Rhett swung his arms back and forth and rolled out his neck. "You got it; I hate those slimy fuckers." As Rhett signaled his men and they crept down to the valley, Damien reached inside the minds of his men and told them about the surprise awaiting them. Damien walked out and stood at the edge of the hill. He bent his neck from side to side then shook out his hands. As the first wolf appeared from the forest, Damien closed his eyes. He waited until the hillside was littered with as many men as possible, he could see each of their faces and the whites of their eyes.

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.

The moment Damien spoke those words, something dark took over him completely, and I had seen him angry before, I had seen him violent, but that day was different because he did not look human anymore. He gave in to that venom inside him. His wolf. The darkness. Everything. He attacked like a man possessed. He did not care about bullets or wounds or anything. He ripped through Damien’s men like they were nothing. Bones broke. Blood covered the floors. Screams filled the mansion. I had to fight beside him just to keep up. At one point, he was covered in blood from head to toe, and I did not even know how much of it was his and how much belonged to others.

Said Dark Jahmar furrowed. “I’m dead. I did it.” "I will pick you up and deliver you." Said Dark "You're a Reaper?" Jahmar asked in shock Dark looked toward Jahmar. “Why have you done it? Did you know that Trans has problems with the backlog and that you add yourself up? Humans are easily get attached with emotions?” Dark said with annoyance Jahmar had no idea what he was talking about. "Why did you do this?" Dark asked again, calmly

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

I ordered and the guard bowed. I turned to leave but that order didn't seem complete so I changed course and moved towards the guards whispering in his ear. "Tell him: one scratch on her, and he'll pay for it." And I walked to the warehouse smiling; my prey was waiting. I am the don of the Draevyn family. A terror by night, and famous for my unforgiving spirit. I am the Life Reaper. I am Rowan Draevyn. Finding my second mate didn't make me weak - I would prove I was stronger than the seven before me.

Meave A lot of things are hidden in the dark. Lots of secrets, emotions... Truths. When you take a good look at these things, you'll realize that they are pretty important things, things that could turn anyone's life around, if pushed into the light. Why do you think these things are kept safely in the dark?