Dark Sider Novels & Stories

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

Her face had lost it's usual glow and her lips were chapped and pale. Reaching her, he picked her up bridal style, his midnight black hair dripping wet and his eyes glowing bright gold. *Hazel's POV* I groaned as I tried to block the light hitting my face, I could see red under my closed eyes. Frustrated, I slowly opened my eyes. it was so bright I thought I would go blind, my eyes needed time to adjust.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

Their faces remained terrifyingly blank. “No more fire,” David said. The flames disappeared as if a giant had blown out his birthday candles. “What the—?” said Ed behind them. The shower of water abruptly shut off. Mrs. Schneider stared at David like she’d never seen him before. “You’re one of them,” she spat. “One of the witches.” “Go home,” David said. Alex noticed then there seemed to be a kind of halo all around David’s body, like he was giving off a faint bioluminescent glow.

He asked me, and I shook my head. We both laughed. I got up and began to wear my clothes. "How did it go with Lilly and those two?" Sylvester asked me, and I told him all that had happened. He was stunned at how ruthlessly we dealt with the girls. "And they call me the dark one," he said, laughing. "You should be called the Dark Luna. You and your friends. Goddess, that was something else," he said, and I laughed. "Never have I ever thought of bathing a wolf with silver. Their skin is marred for life," he said, and I shrugged.

Other than a few vehicles passing by occasionally, it was practically deserted. It was past midnight on a Friday—the best time for people to go clubbing and relieve their entire week's stress. "Unless it is a BDSM club," Kai repeated what he had said some time ago and glanced at his friend, his eyes twinkling like the stars. "Now, everything falls into place." Elise burst out laughing at his antics and her annoyance vanished momentarily. "You are fucking unbelievable." "I know. Thank you." Kai grinned and paused at the red signal, waiting for the seconds to count to zero.

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

I muttered under my breath, eyes flicking toward the big, sleek fridge like it might answer me. Two men. Both dangerous. Both quiet in different ways. And neither of them acting like normal employers. I mean — who pays ten grand in one go just for cooking pasta and cutting vegetables? I shook my head, chewing my bottom lip. And then there was the other thing. Domenico. Always in those dark, expensive shades, even inside the house where the light was soft and golden. Who does that? Movie stars? Maybe. Men with secrets? Definitely. And the way he moved…

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.