Dark Room Feu Novels & Stories

~Arineth~ The chamber was a quiet refuge from the chaos brewing beyond its heavy oak doors, a small, shadowed space carved into the heart of Katula’s ancient castle, where the air hung thick with the scent of melted wax and weathered stone. The walls were adorned with faded carvings—intricate depictions of fae warriors wielding blades forged from starlight, their forms locked in eternal battle against swirling tempests that seemed to writhe in the flickering candlelight.

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."

Mourning the man she thought she knew. Mourning the love she thought she had. Just when she thought it was over, Feurene slid off the bed and kneeled on the floor. Snow’s breath caught. Her body tensed. She clenched her eyes shut as she heard Feurene begin an óral job. Marcus groaned as he reached his peak. The bed creaked as Feurene stood up, kissing him again. "Let’s go under the shower and fúck hard like last night," Feurene mumbled.

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

this is what this dark room is. My trauma...

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.

Desmond explains. That actually makes sense. I tell him to thank you and walk up the stairs to our room. I can tell something is not suitable as soon as I walk in. As I turn on the light, someone grabs me and shoves me across the room. I let out a hiss when I hit the wall. Ok, so this bitch wants to play, so let's play. I hear her flip the light switch, but no light comes on. You wanted to play in the dark, so that we will do that. I hear her let out a few swear words. Being part of the fae works in my favor. Both vampires and fae can see well in the dark, and you mesh those two beings together, and my night vision is off the hook. I can see everything perfectly. I smirk cause Pa