Dark Redemption Novels & Stories

her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness. Darkness, Endless darkness around her. she was standing in the middle of it, cold, vulnerable, naked to the eyes, lonely and scared. many hands emerged from it and tried to touch her, in the same disgusting manner as the priest. she helplessly tried to shield her body, protect it from the violating touches, from all the filth those hands carried, the darkness then started having a red glow to it, and the hands turned into red eyes.

Her smile was carved in cold precision, lips painted the color of blood remembered. “You always did underestimate me,” Valentina said softly. “You thought fire would cleanse. But fire only transforms.” Bianca’s dagger trembled once then steadied. “You’re a ghost wearing flesh.” “Perhaps. Or perhaps I’m the consequence of your unfinished sins.” Behind Valentina, shadows moved figures cloaked in crimson. Their masks were carved in the likeness of serpents devouring their own tails. The Crimson Pact is alive, reborn, and loyal to her.

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

"I summon thee, Azserroke, Demon of darkness. I ask for a trade. Take this life and trade it for that of Isabell Grey. Unite her body, mind, and soul once again. Bring them here to me." The runes glowed green again. The gasses in the jars broke, releasing scents of marshmallows and smoky ash into the air. Matei's mouth opened, the darkness from him seeped out of his body as his golden sliver of a soul rose out of his silent scream. As soon as the darkness left him, his horrified scream filled my ears. I clamped my hands to my ears. The forest flickered with darkness. Matei's body fell into a heap. The body vanished for a single instant and was replaced by one in white scrubs and dark hair. T

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

On the distance, I could see Gary's Wendigo hiding behind the trees. "Come on sweetheart, it is time to hunt down some fresh blood" she ordered him and he obeyed. He walked slowly by me and his eyes were showing guilt and torture. "Gary, don't go. Please leave those kids alone" I whispered, begging him. He turned his head and kept walking behind Marlena. My body was in pain, and not being able to move was making it worse. I had to save them. I had to save this town from her dark magic. I took all the strength I could and kept dragging my body forward until I was able to get my whole body in full function.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her—lavender, rain, and the metallic tang of shared trauma. "I don't want redemption," Dante rasped into her skin. "I want the Pulse. I want to feel your heart stutter when I walk into a room until the day it stops. I want to be the only thing you see when you close your eyes. If that is a cage, then I will be the bars and the lock."

A single red bulb ignited overhead, casting a bloody glow that bled across the walls, turning everything into shades of sin and secrets. I retreated further, my eyes darting wildly to avoid his piercing stare. Another step back, and hidden sensors triggered seamlessly. More red lights flickered on, one by one, like wicked eyes awakening in the darkness. The room revealed itself in intoxicating pulses of crimson, each new glow unveiling horrors and temptations I’d only read in dark romance novels.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.