Dark Rey Novels & Stories

Her eyes fluttered as her body went limp. Rayan gently kissed her forehead before taking her lifeless body into his arms. "What have I done?" he whispered slowly, placing the body on the bed. Time seemed to slow down around him. The cabin twisted and contorted as though reality was rejecting her death. Darkness invaded his vision, and it was only at that moment did it sink in what he had truly done. He had killed the one person who could have saved him from this madness, this encroaching darkness, this deceitful rage. Moving away from the bed as though denying what he was seeing, his hand gripped the handle of the door, though it faded into a silhouette and became obscure in his mind. He se

"Give me the drugs, I muttered as I took the water and swallow the pills." ANNABELLE ... The fire of revenge burn deeply inside of me and now Damon as cross the line between me and him I will become the devil and not the girl he knows before I took the pills just to stay alive to kill her, I don't care if I lose my life but I promised him I won't let there love story have an happy ending no matter what. I felt a sharp pain down my abdomen it's hurt so bad, I screamed at the top of my voice, Damon I screamed as he got to where I was blood was rushing on my private part I screamed again, ''Damon! Just do something and don't just stand there am fucking bleeding get me to the hospital I screamed

His voice rumbles through me, sparking heat low in my stomach. I shake off the feeling, an excuse already on the tip of my tongue. Habit, I suppose. But then I pause. Eyes narrowing, I cross my arms. “I could ask you the same question. Why are you out here and not with your Alpha?” I demand. Now that it’s just the two of us, I study him more closely. His eyes are the same golden color as all Wyres, marking them as cursed. His skin is bronzed, even in the moonlight, as if he spends more time outdoors than anywhere else. His nose is slightly crooked along the edge as if it had been broken more than once. Thick lashes nearly brush his sharp cheekbones. Everything about him screams lethal; from

"As much as I yearn for love and acceptance, I cannot forsake who I am and the responsibilities that come with it. Love should be a source of strength, not weakness." The figure's alluring facade melted away, revealing a flicker of disappointment and frustration. They transformed into a dark, ominous presence, embodying Rey's fear of death. The atmosphere grew heavy as the figure loomed over Rey, their presence suffocating. Shadows danced around them, whispering of inevitable demise and the uncertainty that lay beyond. "You cannot escape death," the figure hissed, their voice dripping with malevolence. "It lurks in every corner, waiting to claim you. Embrace the darkness, and it will free yo

“I don’t even know who I really am, what kind of human being I am, I believe that I am a monster that I really don’t want to be a mistress of!” Delmom was completely confused at the same time. He wanted to know who he really was, but he realized that now was not the time for that and he wanted to save the life of the only man in his life. His father Felix Salvatore! His mother, Aurora, accompanied him to the hospital, but Delmom’s father, injured, had little chance of surviving due to Solomon’s bites. Meanwhile, Brenda saw her father return to human form and was completely covered in blood and she was worried because she knew who her father really was, a man obsessed with power and seeking r

Binx knocks him to the ground and Evander jumps up, holding out his hands to cast a curse on me. “Stop!” I yell at Evander. “You’re still in there! You don’t want to do this!” Binx shadows around Evander, and I take a few steps back, looking behind me as the banshee’s screams ring out again. Two more scrappers drop, and Freya and Pandora take off, going after the banshee. “Evander!” I go to him, putting my hands on his shoulders and giving him a shake. “Snap out of it.” He leans in, tipping his head. I don’t know if he can even see me. It’s like there’s nothing in his eyes except the darkness. There’s no trace of him left, and the aura surrounding him is chaotic.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I quickly seethe, feeling the anger rise in me at the mere thought of them. "Home," "Here." The answer surprised me as I wasn't expecting to say that. "Love," "Raya." Her name left my lips effortlessly. She is the one I love, the one I have chosen and will make mine. "Now picture Raya here with you. Beside her is the family you mentioned. They've all come to visit you, but during their visit Elliot shows up, having aligned himself with Draven. They begin to attack our pack, the place you now call home, the darkness is creeping towards your family." Barrett began describing a scene that was all too easy to imagine. The images played in my head as he continued. "Cruz tries to fight, but the da

This group of vampires, who only knew how to take from me and use me for their own ends, were not worthy of being my clan. And that unworthy mate, I had already given up on him completely. He would get what was coming to him. --- Three Months Later — Silver Moon Clan Territory I stood on the balcony of my new castle, looking out over the moonlit city, feeling at peace. My phone rang. It was Chloe. “Lydia, did you see the news?” her voice was buzzing with excitement. “Your ex’s clan has completely collapsed!” “I saw,” I said lightly. The internal vampire communiqués were very detailed:

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.