Dark Room Feu Novels & Stories

Darkness, This is what I felt everywhere, every moment. Now, it doesn't matter anymore if I'm in front of bright sunlight or under the moonlight. Intense sunlight has also become useless to intriguing my dead iris. Unfortunately, I'm blind. I cannot see at all. For me, days and nights are equal. I'm living a wretched life. For all my needs, I depend on other members of the family. I cannot take care of myself.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

“Hunter, how goes the vengeance?” “Slow yet,” answered Felix. She laughed, “You heart doesn’t sound in it like usual.” “My heart is changing,” answered Felix. “Good, vengeance only corrupts and brings more heartache.” Dolorous waved her hand over the water, and a beautiful woman redheaded woman appeared before, she had my eyes, and … “momma, no” I was in a room as a little girl holding her hand in bed, pale. I shook my head. “Evelyn, are you alright,” Felix reached out to me.

Beauty left her BEAST behind. "Dua", He kissed her closed eyes and each tear drops which were smeared on her face. At the age of 25 , Dua finally broke the hell gate of DARK World and Her soul floated out of the world in the search of warmth and happiness. Arin closed his eyes and fell down on the ground while clutching her dead body. *** ARIN's POV :- (after a month of Dua's death) That day, When I bumped her in the prison. Her eyes spelled a cast on my mind.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

Lancelot cut her off before he leaped to face the monsters head on. I didn't waste any time and pulled Lucia towards the entrance of Nerissa's den. As expected, it was the part of the River of Flames with the most fire. A norma person would surely not take it. But because I can manipulate fire and I'm protecting Lucia, we are able to successfully infiltrate it. "Do you feel hot or burning?" I asked Lucia to make sure. "No. I feel warmth, but not to the point that I feel burning so you have nothing to worry about."

Besides, she didn’t want to look too eager to know those kinds of things, worried that Zev might understand her intention. Layla’s current condition perfectly fitted the first two requirements. It’s just that she couldn’t tell what exactly the time was. There was no sign of moonlight coming from the window. Layla was guessing that the faint light from the outside through the small window was from a torch or candle perhaps. And not just because a candle or a torch was lit up, it’s nighttime. The room she’s locked in could be hidden underground like the ones in the dungeon. But the room was dark just like at night… like the moonless night. And Layla wanted to gamble her life with her luck agai

You’d have to be crazy to believe it so I guess I’m not as crazy as I thought. Confused, I look at Felix. Felix is now more nervous than ever but he nods. Suddenly, Felix’s chocolate brown eyes turn into black bottomless pits. I stumble back in my chair when he flashes sharp fangs that protrude from his top lip. No. No, no, no. What the fuck is going on? I’m quick to stand up from my chair, pushing myself back into the wall to be as far away from him as possible. My body trembles with fear and I have no idea how to process what I just saw.

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

But Lily was not listening to her. She was no longer Lily. She was Ina. And she wasn't running away. She was crawling. It was dark and late. The black sedan hurtled down deserted roads, tires squealing as it skidded up to the safehouse. The air in the room was black with reek—stench of rage, of fear, something foul. Something a whole lot fouler. Ina's black eyes blazed up at Brenna with angry passion. She didn't know her.