Dark Ties Novels & Stories

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

“I am not the only Dark. Not the only thing that existed before something. There are others. Many others. Scattered through the void beyond reality. Sleeping. Waiting. Watching. And they know what I chose. Now I joined existence. Know I betrayed nothing. And they are angry. They are furious. They are coming.” “How many?” Sera asked. Her voice was steady but her face was pale. “How many Darks exist? How many forces want to erase us? How many threats are coming?” “Seven. There are seven Darks total. I am the First. The original. The strongest. But six others exist. Second through Seventh. Each one is powerful. Each one is convinced that nothing is better. Each one is capable of erasing everyth

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS EPISODE FIFTEEN ALESSIA POV Dressed in a black short gown, Revealing my cleavages, I walked out of the room and met Hayden waiting there for me. He's dressed in his normal dressing code, A ripped jean, Expensive top and jacket on it with a cross bag too, He looks quite hot tonight. His eyes scanned my body immediately I got to where he's and smiled at me.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness. The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the cracking thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its scarlet-red splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

I honestly look so adorable, if I may say. “Let's go.” Tinyeleti walks into her guest room. Well, she has kept to the theme with a red 12-inch frontal and a red dress. Her dress has one long sleeve, and it's so long reaching her feet with a slit that reaches a little below her panties. If she moves a lot, her panty is probably gonna show, but that's if she's wearing it. She rarely put it on. “You look like a bomb.” She does. Tinyeleti's skin is dark melanin, and it shines in the dark. She's very beautiful.

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.