Dark Room Feu Novels & Stories

“Would either of you mind telling me where I am?” “Dark Moon pack territory, in Mercius.” Lucas answered. “Mercius? I’ve never heard of it. How far away from Zodia are we?” “Zodia?” Selene snorted. “Lucas, I think he’s knocked the sense out of himself or something, nothing he says makes any sense.” I was beginning to become irritated at the lack of useful information from the pair. The more my irritation rose, the worse the itching in my gums became. I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

"Bro, what do you want?... Girls or boys?" Mikhail shrugged. "Whatever is in there!" Damon shook his head. "You are so boring!... Aren't you excited for genders... Marona is actually smart to keep it secret, it builds up the excitement..." "Anything! But healthy!" Mikhail chuckled. Damon rolled his eyes. "Give him two pumpkins" He told Marona and both of them laughed. All of them looked at the way towards the basement when they heard a blood curling scream. "Oh my god! Is he doing it again?"

The flow of powers, the sensation of it made the room solemn and heated. An ear-piercing light sparked out in the room and a flash followed. The two female silhouettes remained in the same position,their eyes shut tightly as they kept chanting, the blood in the altar kept moving in a very fast motion, the light sparked in the room, and Lightning followed. After what seemed like forever, they both opened Their eyes and slowly brought down their hands. Queen Feyre's eyes swept along the room before gazing at the altar to see her creature. "My other half..." She whispered and Kalika grinned wickedly "Yes, He is kind of weak now....so it seems"

That evening a thick fog spread across the area, like the Darkness wanted to take back what the fire had stolen. Damian stood at their guard post with a hard face, his back against a wooden pole. His eyes scanned the dark ground around them, but he kept glancing at Sky. She stood a few steps away, wrapped in a blanket, fighting her exhaustion. She looked better, but the fever still showed on her face. Her skin was flushed. Her movements were slow. Her eyes sometimes blurred, like she was balancing between the real world and visions. “Are you sure you are okay?” Damian asked quietly, with more worry than usual.

She just wanted prestige without all of the hard work that it required. This room looked like something one would find in a Hollywood vampire bedroom. Dark colors, shadows, and landscapes depicting a couple of Fae wars. It looked as dark and twisted as her soul did. “Oddly fitting,” Dante murmured. “Mhm. No wonder she never wanted anyone else to be able to come in here. It’s a neon sign.” I shook my head and sighed. “We need to find the safe. It’ll be cloaked, but we’ll be able to feel vibrations bounce off it. Take a deep breath and push your aura out,” I instructed.

The living room once filled with soft sunlight streaming through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the stylish furniture and decor, suddenly and slowly darkened as a gentle beep emanates from a small remote control. Lucifer watched as the room transforms before his eyes. The blinds slowly shut, carefully aligning themselves in perfect unison. Darkening shadows consume the room, creating an ambiance of tranquility and privacy. The natural light was replaced by a soft glow from the carefully selected LED lights embedded in the ceiling. The room was enveloped in a calm, intimate atmosphere, soothing both mind and body. "Your sister is one hell of a hottie," Lucifer smirked at Alexa who

The first screams tore through the camp before the alarm bell could sound. Dark figures burst from the treeline—Council hunters, fast and merciless. Behind them strode a tall figure in black, golden eyes burning like wildfire. Rebels charged forward, battle cries shattering the night. Junie felt her power thrumming wild in her veins. The fae energy pulsed like a second heartbeat, clawing to be let out. “Stay close,” Odessa growled, flanking her. Lucien’s towering form loomed on her other side, his crimson gaze locked on the enemy.

As she stood up from the mat, shea noticed that Xavier's bed was empty, prompting her to wonder where he had gone. Navigating the darkened house, she reached the kitchen. After fumbling for the light switch, she illuminated the room, revealing a surprising sight – Xavier was eating the remaining spaghetti.

Amélie. My birth. The amendment. Hector’s fear. How many lies does it take to make one life stand up cleanly in public? Before anyone could ask the next obvious question, the lights went out. Completely. No warning flicker. No partial dip. Just darkness swallowing the study whole. Someone swore. Julien, I think. Nicely dressed men become very ordinary in black rooms. The fire still gave off a faint glow, not enough for faces, only edges. Then the generator failed to come on.