Dark Ties Novels & Stories

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

'' Tylor boomed and banged his fists on the wall angrily. My eyes shot up to him. I gasped. His green orbs had disappeared. They were now filled with desolate darkness. His eyes were pitch black, animal-like, deadly. There was no sign of Tylor in those eyes. He was totally gone. '' You disobeyed me! I told you, I told you Sky. I told you not to come out of your fucking room!!'' Tylor fumed. His neck was crawling with darkened veins. It snaked around his arms, his torso and up his face.

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.

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

His eyes opened once — still black, still too bright, like polished obsidian. “They’re… whispering,” he croaked. His lips cracked on the words. “They know your name, Killian. They’ve always known it.” Killian gripped his wrist. “Don’t listen.” Daryl coughed, and blood flecked his chin — not red, but dark, almost purple. It shimmered faintly in the torchlight, as though threads of shadow clung to it. The sight drew murmurs from the fighters closest. “He’s tainted.”

He is just watching. “Drake, please!” I cry out. The darkness lunges. It hits me from behind, a cold, suffocating weight that slams me back into the mud. I try to kick, to fight, but the shadow is everywhere. It’s in my hair, under my skin, behind my eyes. It whispers things I don't want to hear. It tells me that the light is a lie. It tells me that I belong here, in the dark. …beep…

’ Elize thought *********** Dark noticed that in the other house, two women and one man were staring at him. He even frowned when he saw the man's familiar face. "Dark." Dark looked at Trans. He's got Black cards "It's morning," Dark complains. "You know that each second many people die in this world." Says Trans. Dark switched off the treadmill, then wiped off the sweat and approached Trans. He took six black cards and went through them one after the other. "I already told this one, the stubbornness," Dark said

Something about Luke's words sounded cryptic. "You will find out soon enough." Luke replied, suddenly shifting his gaze from Daniel to Annabelle and giving her a pitiful smile. She raised her eyebrow in return.What was he talking about? Those were his last words as he closed his eyes for the final time. Red veins began to appear on his corpse and glowed. Soon enough,light burst out from him in form of an explosion,blinding everyone momentarily.When the light died down,his body was gone and a pile of ash stood in it's place.

His eyes were nothing but endless pits rimmed with crimson, leaking trails of inky shadow. Darkness clung to him like armor. His hands crackled with it, curling tendrils weaving through his fingers. And though his jaw still held that familiar sneer, it looked wrong, almost distorted, as if the corruption itself was pulling his features taut. I forced the words out, rough in my throat. “You look terrible, Ryker.” My claws withdrew from Jacob, who slid away, forgotten for the moment. “That darkness is eating you alive from the inside. You need help.”

The air around her hall was now too thick with blood and smoke. So this was where it ended. After everything she had done and everything she had built, was it really going to end here? Menelyck stepped closer and crouched beside her on one knee. She shifted her eyes toward him. The Alpha's son of the Eon Pack. Despite the taste of blood growing stronger in her mouth, the corner of her lips lifted slightly. Their strongest wolf. At least it had taken him to bring her down. But there was still one spell she had never dared to cast because of its price.