Dark Pit X Pit Novels & Stories

The second artifact is concealed in the depths. Eva inhaled deeply, preparing herself for the upcoming challenge. "Come on, let's depart." They went down into the deep pit, with darkness enveloping them. The atmosphere was heavy with malice, making each movement seem difficult. Eva clung to the relic of light, finding solace in its warmth amidst the engulfing darkness. As they delved further, they came across peculiar, dark creatures that appeared to come from the walls directly. Xander and Selene bravely battled, but the creatures were relentless, launching fast and merciless attacks.

“We’ll go back for him. But first, we need to survive. Whatever’s waiting for us ahead—it’s the only way we’ll stand a chance.” Before Sasha could respond, the ground beneath them shifted again. This time, the floor cracked open, revealing a pit of darkness that seemed to stretch endlessly. From the depths of the pit came a voice, cold and mocking. “Did you really think you could escape?” Sasha’s heart stopped as the man’s laughter echoed around them. The walls began to close in, and the chamber filled with a suffocating darkness. This time, there was no escape. Sasha’s breath caught in her throat as the darkness swallowed them whole. It was thick and oppressive, weighing on her chest like a

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

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!

The DarkSword crowd screamed for more, drunk on the violence as they watched their chosen fighters rip each other to pieces. Ava felt her stomach churn, bile rising to the back of her throat. But Cahir shoved her down into a seat next to him, his grip cruel as he forced her to watch. "This is the Death Pit. When two, four, or eight fighters enter, only one makes it out alive—the winner. The rest? Death! Ripped to pieces of flesh, bones, and blood." Cahir grinned at Ava, and her heart thudded hard.

Everyone find their destiny and he has found his to cherish and love it FOREVER! The End!

Several elders looked relieved. The Priestess smiled proudly, clearly pleased with herself. But I said nothing, I simply stared toward the darkness. Because I knew something they didn't. Derek had fought witches before, witches far more terrifying than the young Priestess. I looked towards him, then my pulse quickened. He opened his eyes and it glowed bright red inside the darkness. I swallowed, knowing exactly what comes next.

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.

"Then it's settled. We rest. Tomorrow, we go back to work." TIME: DAY 2, 08:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE SCRAPYARD - "THE PIT." STATUS: THE DISTRACTION. The Scrapyard was louder today. News had spread through the Rust Belt that the Ironheads had fresh meat for the Pit. The Pit was exactly what it sounded like—a drained industrial acid tank, thirty feet deep, with walls of slick, rusted steel. Spectators lined the rim, banging wrenches against the railing and chanting for blood.