Dark Sides Novels & Stories

He was still anxious when he thought of that ghastly nightmare. Davian and Felicity were both drunk in Club Enigma, and the music in the room was deafening. Felicity collapsed on the couch, eyes closed, but could still sing along with a few lines. Davian collapsed next to her, completely blacked out. A man was sitting in a dark corner. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, like Hades, the ruler of darkness. He gently swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, and the dark shade of red that was reflected in his eyes made them blood-red. He stared at the glass for a long time, and suddenly sneered, his expression cold. 'That woman's heart is cold and hard, like a rock. I can never cha

The Darkians worship the darkness and extract their powers from shadows and night. This world is divided into three continents. One — the continent of magic. Majorly supports witches and wizards who are a completely different race from the werewolves, but there are interracial hybrids living there with a minor population of werewolves. Like me. I identify myself as a Darkian werewolf because I was born here and brought up by my mother, who was a witch. I was a hybrid of a witch and werewolf, but after losing my mana genes, I am just a werewolf.

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

He said. “You were right.” Lucas said. “The bitch can walk in daylight. That’s why they’re going after the werewolf packs. To make more day walkers.” I said. “Day walkers that can shift into werewolves but have the thirst of a vampire.” Aria said. “Oh, we are so screwed.” I said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.” Lucas said. “We have to. We don’t have a choice. She’s the most dangerous thing out there.” I said.

I hiss, my voice dangerously low. “I didn’t say I was above you, unless, of course, that’s what you think? You now directly affect my sister, and she’s marked you, a mark that won’t just go away. All I know is the Rey Carmesí that Hecate has so generously blessed us with holds power that harnesses darkness – you are darkness. What guarantee is it that you won’t go to the dark side when the time comes? How do I know that you won’t drag Kataleya down with you?” He now removes his shades, glaring back at me with those red orbs that make everything heighten around me, muting out even sound, yet the surge of everything else is enhanced.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

I demanded, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. Whitman sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “There’s an ancient darkness that was thought to have been defeated years ago. It was a force that once controlled the rogues, bending them to its will.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’re saying it’s back?” Whitman nodded. “Yes. This darkness is seeking revenge, and it has resurfaced with a new leader. The Blackthorns are merely its instruments.” Eli exchanged a worried glance with me. “And what does this have to do with the traitor?”

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

“Ruby’s gone. I heard she’s making moves to transfer schools, move to a new city, and barely answers my calls. Says she needs space from… everything.” He stared into his drink. “My business is sinking,” he continued, voice cracking for the first time. “Debts piling up. Partners pulling out. And all I’ve got left are regrets. Drinking too much. Hitting too hard when I shouldn’t. Pushing away the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.” Black said nothing. Just signaled for another round. Two broken men, drowning in the ruins of the lives they’d built. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️

I hear him walking away. And then I hear the screams. Damon. Helena. Cutter. Mira. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no—" The darkness inside me stirs. Not the light. Not the power I've been using. The other side. The dark side. The thing I've been trying to keep buried since I killed The Collector. It rises up like a wave, hot and hungry and angry. I let it go. --- The explosion tears through the square like a bomb.