Dark Pen Novels & Stories

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness. He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll. I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!

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.

Dirty. I'm too dirty. I felt filthy, used. I rubbed the sponge on my scars. Scrubbing like I was insane. Maybe I am. The wounds opened up, blood flowed more profusely out. I sat quietly listening to the drip sound that echoed in the bathroom as my blood tapped the surface of the still water. It was soothing. The crimson swam slowly in the water, snaking its way through. It dominated like a cloud of red. ***************************** I sat, arms crossed out over my thighs. Eyes stared out into the dark night. My gaze hovered over the trees that seemed to run for acres. The moon hang high in the sky. Streaks of silver illuminating my face.

Lucas tried to stop me, but I shrugged my arm out of his grip. I walked further into the cave with him right beside me and as soon as we turned around a bend, I stopped in my tracks to see a group of vampires there. Lucas growled and they hissed back. But I didn’t move. I stood there staring at them. “Stop.” I demanded. And Lucas looked at me weird. I grabbed his phone off of him and I shone the light on the vampires. Who all had muddy brown eyes, not the typical crimson red eyes that all the other vampires have had.

POV: Ashmouth Darkness tastes different when it has been kept too long. New dark is nervous — it clings to corners, panics at the scrape of flint, waits for fire to name it. But old dark, the kind that learns patience, that moulds itself around stone, chains, and silence—this kind is thick enough to chew. I have chewed it for centuries. The Loom buried me here. Or claimed to.

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

MADDOX The scent of damp earth and aged whiskey lingered in the hidden basement, a room concealed beneath layers of stone and secrecy. The dim, flickering light of a single bulb cast jagged shadows across the walls, dancing like restless phantoms. This was my sanctuary, my hell, and my throne. It was here that I could drown in the twisted symphony of my memories without the weight of eyes judging my every move.

Deep within the bowels of the ancient castle, where torchlight flickered like dying stars against damp stone walls, Elder Throne paced the center of the hidden dungeon. The air hung heavy with the scent of mildew and forgotten secrets, the chamber a forgotten relic from the pack's turbulent history. Throne's robes, embroidered with faded sigils of authority, whispered against the floor as he moved, his sharp eyes fixed on the iron-bound door. Patience had never been his virtue, but tonight, it was his weapon—honed to a lethal edge after years of whispered plots and shadowed alliances.

A light rain fell over the city like a gray veil as I got off the bus in the old part of town. I held Agnes’s diary against my chest like a shield while searching for the address I had found on the final pages of the book. The shop hid itself in a dark alley, its facade painted black, with only a discreet symbol of an eye inside a triangle painted on the door. The sign above simply read: “The Den of Shadows.” The bell above the door tinkled softly as I entered. The interior was as dark as I had expected, smelling of incense, dried herbs, and something metallic — blood, perhaps? — which sent a shiver down my spine.