Dark Series Christine Feehan Novels & Stories

(Deacon POV) For the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t feel anything. I can’t hear anything, I can’t see, and thank God I can’t feel! No feeling, no burning, no searing pain, no stabbings, no headache, no heartbreak, no nothing. Zilch. Empty. I feel free. I try to work back through my memories of the events that happened before everything went dark; I remember Jackson and his torturing me, I remember seeing the most beautiful angel… Virginia! She was there! In the hut!

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

Meanwhile in the territory of the wolves, an army full of evil and greed was being forged, they were not even being guided by another wolf, but Brenda was the one who was giving the orders, besides the time was approaching to look for Aisha, the daughter of Alex and Sarah. Gary was sitting on his throne watching how the evil army that his fiancée had gotten, was starting to make the first havoc in DarkVille, they were attacking humans without any kind of compassion, in the city order was being lost, and there wasn't even someone to stop them from stealing, looting, abusing.

From a tattered catcher, at least a tuft of wool. Before dinner, Aiden came to see me. There was a shadow of sadness on his face. As I expected, after a sharp improvement in his mother's health, a rollback began. I could throw the whole truth at him right now and offer to destroy the rest of the artifact together in order to save the woman dear to his heart. But I had absolutely no confidence that he would choose the right path, and not hand me over to daddy. Caleb Air. I wonder how he sleeps at night? He knows perfectly well what exactly kills the mother of his children. Knows and does nothing. They justify their inaction with duty, and they call the murder of girls justice. The dark ones h

She is the queen of the Dark organization, which is one of the strongest and most powerful organizations in the underworld that I lead. I hit the steering wheel out of vexation. Does anyone know Christine? That is close to happening. I dialed Blake’s number. “Boss?” he query “Can you find if there is another organization that knows about Christine?” “I’ll try my best–” “No. Forget what I’m ordering.” “Boss? But you might be right–” “Forget it.” I repeated and ended the call. I stopped the car and got down. By the time I am sure Christine is the one I saw walking alone in the dark, I ran towards her.

Among the crowd that surrounded her, Morana saw Daniel who was charging forward while pushing several people in front of her while saying something that Morana couldn't catch. Every sound around her was ringing painfully and all Morana felt was a numb feeling. The last thing Morana remembered was looking into Daniel's eyes. One word that can describe the man right now is; Fright. For a moment Morana was happy to see the fear in his eyes, that means he still cares right? But then, when Morana blinked, the darkness that covered her made her stay there. Cold and silent darkness. A familiar place for her. # # # It was half past ten in the evening, but in the silent office one could still hear th

Clara’s POV The weight of the brown envelope in my bag felt like a lead brick. Inside were the investment documents Kiran had handed me—the "bait" for the trap he was setting. My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked toward the bus stop, every shadow on the street looking like one of Mrs. Victoria’s spies. I looked at my hand. The red mark from the tea had faded into a dull ache, but the memory of Kiran’s cold, dark smile stayed fresh in my mind.