Dark Moon : The Grey City Novels & Stories

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”

POV DARLENE The "Liminal North" was no longer a dreamscape; it was a theater of the dying. As the fourteen beams of black light pierced the violet-grey dawn, the air began to thicken, not with the ozone of the Foundry, but with the metallic, coppery scent of a slaughterhouse that had been left in the sun. The Grey Pack warriors, only just freed from their silver stasis, were not howling in victory. They were clutching their throats, their iridescent fur turning a dull, sickly ochre as the Original Hunger began to pulse from across the Great Divide.

"You mean the readers aren't finished with us. They want more drama. More blood. More 'Davis' tragedy." ​"They want a Legacy," the girl corrected, pointing her flute toward the horizon. ​Beyond the hill, the "Reality 2.0" city began to change. The buildings didn't turn back into grey blocks, but they began to grow Gothic Spires. The sun didn't set; it turned a deep, blood-red, and a second moon—shattered and glowing—appeared in the sky. ​[GENRE SHIFT: DARK FANTASY REBIRTH.] [OBJECTIVE: PROTECT THE ORIGINALS.]

The city lights brightened again. The fractures began closing. The alternate version’s voice trembled. “And I’ll keep living anyway.” The Hollow screamed louder than ever before. The black eye shattered. Darkness collapsed inward violently. The giant sealed the fractures immediately. Silver light surged across the heavens. The creator reinforced the barriers. The Devourer devoured the remaining fragments of shadow with horrifying enthusiasm. Then suddenly— silence. The sky cleared. The city stopped shaking. Warm sunlight poured across the marketplace again. And Lyra’s constellation remained glowing gently above everything.

ADY “Where on earth is he?” I kept searching for Damon, but I always returned to the Ruins. I casually hopped over the fence and entered. The ruins are shrouded in an eerie silence, with darkness enveloping everything. I heard some unusual sounds coming from above. Out of nowhere, a hand landed on my shoulder, instantly sending a wave of warmth through my body. Damon casually stood in front of me and effortlessly switched places with me. I witnessed the boulder narrowly miss Damon’s back, causing a surge of shock to course through me. The boulder shattered upon impact, yet he remained utterly composed. How did Damon manage to surprise me and enter without my knowledge? How was he supposed to

****** The night expands as black angel wings, protecting the earth as she dreams, the dark city set aglow by the bright lighting of the city and the beautiful illumination of the moonlight. The atmosphere was cold due to the approaching winter season and the barking noises of stray dogs echoed through the sub-urban neighborhood where a white-haired girl could be seen peeking through the slightly opened doors of her bedroom prying her eyes into both her parents who were having a serious discussion with a man she recognized as her church pope who listened in on their words with a grim expression.

I turned my head to the side, ready and listening. “There’s a few people starting to experiment with black magic again. People Callum came in contact with years ago and they’re starting to dig into old, dark things. We’re worried one of them is going to make some headway and start raising demons again,” she explained. “Nothing is going to happen right now, but it will soon, in just under a year. Hecate is having a similar conversation with Ally right now.” I laid my head back down.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

(Izobel’s POV) I went back to the meeting room with a blank face. Amber’s news gave my heart a shock that I could not concentrate anymore. Connor marked a wolf from a pack that we never knew of. What will happen now to him? What will happen now to our family? ‘Everything alright, Izobel?’ ‘Not now, Ethan,’ I begged him, answering him in my thoughts and avoiding his glances. He cleared his throat, turning his gaze on the slide still projected on the board—the grand opening of the portal, and they already had set a program on it. The Convergence of the Undead.

CHAPTER 8 Running From The Unknown 14 Days Later. Things get really tense after the voices Khloe heard and the confusing information Maria's mother shared over the last few weeks. Almost three weeks and still no sight of Ozais. At least not yet. And same has been with the Horsemen which Azazel raised. Everything might look calm, but trust Fate, if something goes too smooth, their is a really rough edge coming. Night, Eregdrix. The darkness overwhelmed the city of gold as it turned out to be the depths of night. At most corners of the realm, there were bright lights fashioning there rays and at a few, and the rest, darkness fell upon. The Palace wasn't excluded.