Dark Ties Novels & Stories

To come crashing through the darkness like he always did, like he had before, tearing through hell itself to reach me. I wished for the sound of his voice, his touch, his fury. I wished for the way his presence silenced every storm inside me. But all I had now were shadows and pain. And the whisper of a bond that still pulsed—just once—in the deepest corners of my heart. My eyes fluttered open just in time to see the next dose being prepared. It was different. The vial was darker—so black it swallowed the light, thick and slow like tar. It pulsed inside the syringe as if alive, angry, ancient.

[The Whisper in the Dark] The darkness was not merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, pressing against Ivy’s eyes and filling her throat with the taste of ancient dust and sea salt. The heavy grinding of the stone wall sealing shut had echoed like the closing of a tomb, severing the last thread connecting her to the world above. Now, there was only the damp cold of the cellar, the rhythmic crashing of the Atlantic against the cliffs outside, and the ragged, wet breathing of the woman who wanted to kill her.

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate! Christine forgive me, please forgive me! I did it all for you and all for nothing!/Farewell my fallen idol And false friend We had such hopes,/Too late for turning back And now those hopes are shattered/Too late for prayers and useless pity Say you love him/All hope of cries for help And my life is over/No point in fighting For either way you choose You cannot/ He has to win As I sang that part, Daphnie put her hand over her heart and shed a tear as if she was really touched. I must admit, the harmony between Gerard Butler's and Patrick Wilson's voices was quite beautiful.

Chapter Five Darkness enveloped everywhere like a curtain and not even a single iota of light could be seen, it was the type of darkness that swallowed every detail leaving nothing but emptiness to the eyes except…on human eyes that is. Khary glared at space as his red eyes shone ever so brightly, the darkness not even close to dimming its maleficence. He growled deep from his throat like an animal as he tried as much as he could to break off the chains that bound him.

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

“After the incident in the fifth district happened under my command, we investigated it and found no trace of the perpetrator. Then three days after, the west section of sixth district went dark.” “Dark?” Tihon interrupted. “Yes, there were no interactions and day refused to dawn in the district, I reported immediately to Prince Fredrick,” sighs, “it was then he sent Sri Jerrod Rooks and his elite squad to investigate the cause. A day past and morning came back to the sixth district but no sign of life. I and some of my men went in, only to find every single elite Soldier dead all slit by the throat and a hay of ash.” “I was told my father died while fighting off unknown outlaws, not some oc

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.