Dark Sider Novels & Stories

“Selene, you’re changing. And not the way newborn wolves do. Something older woke up in you last night. If you stay blind to it, you’ll get yourself killed. Or worse, you’ll bring that thing back.” My heart hammered in my ears. “What thing?” The rogues exchanged uneasy glances. Nira spoke barely above a whisper. “We call them Shades. Wolves who died without shifting… and didn’t stay dead.” Arden’s jaw locked. “Shut. Up.” “Why?” Nira demanded. “Because she deserves to know what hunts her? What hunts anyone like her?” I stepped between them before Arden could snap. “Enough. Both of you.” Arden’s chest rose and fell hard. This wasn’t anger—it was fear. Of what Nira was saying. Of me hearing it.

I whispered back. "Well, isn't this place just lovely? Why are there no lights? This place was glowing when we last visited your lovely mother." Kier asked. "Why ask, Kier? Are you scared of the dark, Laddy?" Drabek teased. "No, I'm a vampire. I thrive in the dark. You can't say this place doesn't freak you out. Sorin was fifty shades of fucked up. Who knows what she kept here behind her illusions." Kier snapped back. Drabek barked a laugh.

It is the only gift I have left to give them. “South face. Bay nine.” Sarah brings the wounded sub around and lets it fall, controlled, down the last of the trench wall toward the coordinates, and the dark outside the viewport begins, for the first time in hours, to lighten. Not to daylight. Nothing so kind. A deep dim glow resolves out of the black below us, blue-white and vast, the lit underside of something enormous built into the wall of the world, and as we sink toward it the scale of it keeps refusing to stop, lights upon lights upon lights, a city’s worth of them, burning at the bottom of an ocean that has never known the sun.

From a table nearby, Viktor replies, “They are called Shades…those specifically were some of The Riders. They use dark magics, similar to shadow magic, but more vile.” “I have heard that term before,” Malleus says. “Me too, and I don’t like it! I don’t like them being so close to our borders,” Kaiya says.

It was great not to be surrounded by the same walls. Damien was right. Silver might not look dangerous but it did not mean he was harmless. His father was Roman's beta and betas were strong, much stronger than an average werewolf. It was the reason alpha's soulmates were mostly either alphas or betas. "We are here," Damien announced, pulling me out of my thoughts. I stared at the wooden doorway in front of me that was wrapped with green vines and small white flowers were blooming between the leaves. "What is this?" I asked in confusion.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.