Dark Pit X Pit Novels & Stories

All laughter died out and the atmosphere suddenly became very tense again. Seraphina picked up the blanket and hugged it to her chest, she inhaled deeply before she released a sigh. A frown marred her face, “Dhampir,” she whispered under her breath. She picked up the rest of the items and sniffed them all, “All Dhampir children,” Aurelia confirmed. “Is that significant?” Achilles asked. “Dhampir children have pure, untapped power, in dark magic, the purer the sacrifice, the greater the reward.” Seraphina words sent a shiver through Achilles’.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Lira (POV) The tunnel beyond the Maw tightens immediately, the walls curving inward like a throat trying to swallow us down. The stones sweat blood. The floor oozes black slime with every step. The breath of the Pit follows us — wet, rattling, insistent — as if it doesn’t intend to let us go until we bleed out what little strength we have left. And in the half-light ahead, something shifts. The Pit isn’t done. Not yet.

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!

"You want to kill me?... Kill me!" She pouted. "But then how will you know about one more secret?" "She is playing games" Vlad slammed his fists on the table. "What is it, Martina?..." Dimitrov demanded. "Tell me and I might show some mercy on you..." Martina smirked. "Do you know you have a daughter too..." She confessed and Dimitrov stepped back from her in shock. Vlad's lips parted in surprise when he heard that.

she continued, "Prince Derek's brother, the Dark Prince of Bloodshot is rumored to be marrying a witch." That got everyone's attention. Even mine. A witch? Derek's brother? My stomach tightened. One elder waved dismissively. "So what? Let him marry ten witches." Rasha immediately shook her head. "Don't be naïve." The room quieted. Rasha looked toward the Priestess. "The witches have been busy." The Priestess nodded. "Creating monsters." The council chamber grew silent. "As we speak," she continued, "an army of hybrid wolves marches toward Silverfang territory. I have seen it in my visions."

His shirt is nearly torn entirely from his body, and the missing chunks of fabric are tightly fisted in Damian's hands. “Get back here, you little shit! I'm not done with you! I swear to Goddess, I'm fucking castrating you this time!” Damian roars. Xavier blurs past me and dashes straight into the pack house. Before the door can even close behind him, it is ripped open again as the retired Beta races in after him. I stare in absolute disbelief as the screen door shuts. I only pull my eyes away when I hear a soft, content sigh right next to me.

Jake replied with a sheepish grin. “See?” Daniel gave him a cocky grin. “ This is why you should calm down. Your blood is just boiling for nothing.” “Buzz off.” Jake frowned, pushing his friend slightly. They faced the screen and resumed their game. “ Alright. If you have the guts,don't use Shao Khan..or Goro.” “Alright then.” Daniel laughed. He selected Sub zero while Jake chose Scorpion. “Perfect.” Jake smiled evilly. “Let the real game begin.”

Xanthakos shot out two light rays at James’ comrades. Morgott spun his demonic spear, and a purple-red light instantly spread to block the attacks. “No! This can’t be real!” Xanthakos could not accept the reality. Just as he was about to launch another attack, a jar of Chaos Absinthe struck his back. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, creating a bottomless pit. James sighed. “His lack of intelligence is worrying.” With the wave of a hand, James summoned gray clouds that flickered with lightning and sealed the pit in the ground.

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.