Dark Room Feu Novels & Stories

Now, the blaze from the gate provided only a flicker of light in the interior of this shuddersome castle. I wanted to jump out of my skin when I heard the sound of creaking metal grinding against some concrete surface. I turned around to see that Macabantran's gate swung shut with a loud drumming sound. It was the exact sound of a heartbeat we heard when Erzelus opened the gate with his blood. As the doors closed, the remaining alliance soldiers standing near the entrance were smashed to a mush. The screams of our soldiers mixed with the rattling sounds of their bones being cracked by the doors. Their innards and blood splashed and splayed all over the doors as if someone spray painted a fre

The dark forest holds many secrets ,many dark and unimaginable secrets . At last scar and i finally landed on the roof top of the master juju wizard tower ,i got down from scar's back and walked down through the tiny dark and lonely stairs ,he had the room lit with candle light to illuminate the place ,and it made the room really warm ,and it felt great ,considering the fact that it had been really chilly outside .

The bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth and shadow, the dancing flames of scattered candles creating an intimate cocoon against the darkness beyond our windows. I curled deeper into the oversized armchair, my body heavy with exhaustion but my mind still racing from the night's events. The scent of pine and leather mingled with the familiar musk of my mates, grounding me even as memories of Lexa's fear echoed through our bond.

Elara's POV Darkness changes people. When the safehouse lights died, I learned the difference between fear and survival. Fear freezes you, survival makes you listen, and in the darkness, I heard engines not one, not two but many motorcycles, the roaring Iron Reapers. Ruin’s hand tightened around mine in the dark. “Stay with me,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, but his body was coiled like a weapon. Emergency lights flickered on, bathing the room in dim red. Axel moved immediately, locking the doors and pulling down metal shutters over the windows.

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

He says, taking the trays. I return to our bedroom, setting the room up the way I want it. I close the curtains, leaving the room in darkness before lighting several candles around the room. I have them in light scents, not wanting to overpower our scents of each other. I put on light music, sounds of the forest and the fae creatures that sing in the trees at night. I have already set aside some food for the occasion, it’s in the my small refrigerator, but that will come later.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

A visible wave of pure, concentrated thermal heat—so hot that the concrete walls began to liquefy into molten glass—rippled from her palms. With a deafening roar of tearing metal, the secure vault doors didn't just unlock; they were violently blown off their hinges, the reinforced titanium panels melting into liquid slag as Clara stepped across the threshold, her white silk robe billowing around her like a shroud of pure flame. She sprinted up the ruined stone steps, entering the shattered remains of the grand living room. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows were entirely gone, the freezing tropical storm screaming through the space. Out on the ruined terrace, five of the largest Lycan elders