Dark Rey Novels & Stories

Headlights flared, slicing through the darkness like twin blades. The Ironclaws froze. Eyrix lifted his head weakly. A black motorcycle rolled into view between the trees, its engine a low, predatory purr. The rider was massive, his silhouette broad and dangerous as he killed the engine and swung a leg over the bike. Ryder Blackfang, The Alpha of Blackfang pack. He stepped forward, boots crunching on leaves. He didn’t look at the Ironclaws at first. He looked at Eyrix. Slowly, Ryder crouched in front of him. The man’s eyes were an unnerving, icy gray, reflecting the moonlight. His scent hit Eyrix like a wall—steel, and something darkly intoxicating beneath it.

There we will explore Salavanta and her first mate, Gardax’s travels through the sky with the hopes of gathering a crew for the utmost important mission. Sincerely, Ryker Black

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Damn, the club rules and he was in the Sepehr empire where the Sepehr twins, Azael and Reuel, were the rulers. "You should know why," Reuel smirked, his smile resembling nothing less demonic and Craig felt a chill run down his spine. It was at this moment he realized that he had fucked up big time. "And save your breath. There is no use begging for an apology now." Azael interrupted him before Craig could speak. "Even if you grovel before us, it will be useless." Craig gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "I wonder how your father is doing right now," Reuel muttered all of a sudden. Even though his voice was low, Craig and Azael heard him. "He must be making his final trip to hell."

Something felt wrong and off, like the air pressure had changed and I couldn't quite catch my breath. I pushed through the garden gate and stopped dead. Drey was there but everything about him was different. He was standing next to a motorcycle I'd never seen before, all black and sleek. It looked more dangerous. His car was nowhere in sight. He was dressed in all black too, leather jacket that looked expensive and fit him perfectly, dark jeans, boots. His grey eyes were hidden behind sunglasses that made him look like he'd walked off a movie set. Everything about his posture was different, harder somehow and a little bit more aggressive. Like he was ready for a fight.

She didn’t say anything and I guessed it was because she was still reeling from the shock of seeing Drey die. But I could see the questions swirling in her eyes, and I knew she needed answers. So I continued. “It’s a long story, but I’ll try to make it as brief as possible. Drey was a rogue wolf who had been banished from his pack named RON Pack many years ago for committing terrible crimes. He was a brutal fighter, and he had killed many wolves in his time. He was driven by power and greed and he was determined to take over every pack in the wolf world. And he was willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goal.”

I’m hyperventilating. “Your boys? They work for me,” he deadpans. Carley’s lips pucker at his words and her brows furrow. “They are one of your teams? A Death Kings’ Security team? That would make them like Storm and I.” “Not exactly. You’re working on becoming a field medic and Storm has infiltration possibilities that need to be refined. They are mercenaries,” Ryder explains like my universe isn’t imploding. “So they’re more like Uncle Jax and Aunt Ali then?” She asks him.

We were talking about posting a reward on the darknet for information on the whereabouts of Haven and her brother, but we hadn’t made any decisions. This had been beyond the craziest fucking month of my life. I really couldn’t take any more surprises. I really needed just a nice, quiet Christmas, absolutely no surprises. I was going to talk to Beth about us having a small Christmas here, with our crew. Then going to see my mom in a few days. Derek came back into the waiting room and we sat down. “I’m real sorry to hear about Reba, I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Derek said after a minute.

Then walked across the room to sit on the recliner. “Wh… what are you talking about my mission? And you still haven't told me who you are and why are you here?” Ahnyla asked, walking over to the bed and grabbing her pup protectively. “My name is Dravin I’m the head of the Necromancers. Some call me the Deathmage, Bone King, or Shadow Master, you can call me whichever you prefer.” Dravin said as he relaxed in the recliner. “A Necromancer? What do you want with me?” Ahnyla said still holding her pup protectively, she had no idea what the Deathmage wants with her, but she knows whatever it is can't be good. “Oh, I don't want anything from you, I just need you to get something or rather someone