Dark Series Novels & Stories

"That's what I thought as well, not until, I saw and heard everything myself. She confessed a lot of things to me. How she killed my... mothers. Mine and Doris. We aren't really sisters but still, we are sisters" Doris' eyes widened. No one said a word. There was ultimate silence. "She needed my blood in order to put her daughter, Celia into control, and to do that, she created the DHC- "DHC? What's that?" Frank asked again. He seemed to be the inquisitive type of person. "Dark hunters cartel. They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips.

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

He is not yours to look at. He is danger incarnate. Soren is an enemy. Yet when those silver eyes finally lifted and locked onto mine across the length of the throne room, something inside me cracked open. A dark hunger I had no right to feel. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the marble floor, but the image of him burned behind my eyelids like a brand. Soren Masuda had come home. And I was building walls so carefully around my heart, suddenly but they still felt paper-thin and ready to collapse at the slightest touch.

Right in front of them. Dara stood by the door, stunned. Her mouth slightly open. Silas’s face was unreadable. And Riven, his fists were clenched, his jaw tight, and his eyes locked on Dark like he was one second from launching forward. Dark didn’t seem to care. He leaned back on the bed, one arm resting behind his head like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. “You marked her?” Dara asked. “I did,” Dark replied, with a cold tone.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

“Maybe he didn’t love me at all, or perhaps he saw me merely as a tool. Katherine, I looked into his heart. The darkness runs deep. It’s rooted in his core.” “What does that mean?” “It means that darkness truly controls him, and now we might not get the life we wanted,” Darius explained. “Darius, I don’t understand. What has Acan done?” “He wants the Dark Ones eliminated, and who better to send after them than the Dark Prince?” Darius said. “Like… Like a hunt?” I asked, using the softer word, but Darius shook his head. My heart sank. “Like… Like war?” “Like war,” he confirmed.

Dark cleans me up and covers me with the blanket and tells me he is very sorry for his father taking advantage of me like that, without me even feeling it. I always knew that Dark is the one who loves me more. He kisses my forehead and leaves as well, promising me that he will return soon. Being all alone in this stupid dark cell, I try to concentrate as hard as I can to get out of this state of numbness. I do it all night long until whatever Dark put in the drinks fades off and I gain my power again. Right when I try to get up, I hear someone walking. It is Dracono with a small bottle in his hand, coming to make sure I preserve the state of numbness.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

Cove returned and took Eli’s hand again. “Clear,” Cove said. “You’re doing good. Just keep holding on.” Eli’s voice shook. “I feel like I’m going to pass out. The dark… it’s too much. I keep seeing the closet. I keep hearing Marco laughing.” Cove pulled him close for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “I know. I’m sorry. But you’re stronger than the dark. You’re stronger than all of this. I’ve seen it.”

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.