Dark Waters Story Novels & Stories

Hell, a dinosaur could stomp in front of me and I wouldn't notice because of the dark. My legs stopped only after a few final strides. I stopped walking and just stood. The cold air was making my body shiver badly. My head looked at the ground, and I felt a wet pool of thick liquid surrounding my foot. I saw blood, a lot of blood. On the grass, on my hands, on my clothes, and all-around despite the darkness as if a sudden light exposed those parts. The blood made me scream on the inside but my body didn't react. My eyes followed the trail of blood on their own and stopped suddenly. It took me a second to make out the body on the ground and flames suddenly appeared, burning the lifeless corps

Damon immediately panicked - after all, if he was submerged in these waters, would forget how he loved her and maybe even would be able to complete his mission. - Finally you visited us.- Alistair greeted Damon, came closer and hugged him gently.- Johhan was following you, on Salvadore's orders, and discovered that you fell victim to the charm of the sorceress. Fortunately, he and his brother informed me about it in time. Now, according to our rite, you will be submerged in the black waters of the Lake of Darkness.- he announced, giving a sign to the guards. The two tallest of them grabbed Damon by the arms, took off his jacket, blouse and pants, and then plunged him into the dark abyss. Pen

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Nicolas asked, gulping the whole glass of whiskey. "Yeah." I nodded and closed my eyes. I flattered open my eyes and gasped when two strong arms grasped my legs and draught me inside the water before I could scream. I came back to the surface with the two arms now wrapping around my waist. I gulped the air hungrily and met with a laughing Abram. "Nicolas! You asshole! I was about to have a heart attack! You promised you won't kill me." I punched on his chest but he kept laughing his heart out.

Darkness would follow, and I’d run through it, desperately searching for a way out, until I’d fall into a sea… a sea made from my blood. Blood would seep out from the wound close to my chest, and I would drown in the endless sea of it. I struggled to breathe as I tried to swim to the surface, choking as the blood clogged my throat. On the surface, there was never anyone to pull me out of it. It was always just me in the darkness. As I swam my way to the surface, fighting two hands pulling me down to the bottom, I saw a hand this time, reaching out to grab me.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

The deeper we walked into the pack grounds, the more raw and depraved the scenes became. A female alpha was fucking a male beta right in the middle of the main path, her thick strap-on slamming into his ass while he moaned like a bitch in heat. Another group was in a full orgy near a large bonfire — at least fifteen wolves tangled together in a mess of limbs, tongues, cocks, and pussies. Cum dripped everywhere. No one cared who was watching. I was eighteen. Pure. Innocent in every sense. But as I walked through this den of savage, unrestrained lust, something dark and terrifying stirred deep inside me.

Newsrooms were probably lighting up across the state, their servers choking on the proof of the Wolfe family fraud. Darius steered the boat, his eyes locked on the black horizon. I slid closer to him, leaning my head against his soaked shoulder. The rain washed over us, rinsing away the smell of the vault, the blood, and the lingering scent of fear. The city lights glittered far off in the distance, looking peaceful, as if they didn't know the empire behind them was currently bleeding out. Silas was back there somewhere, probably watching his world crumble on a dozen different live feeds, and yet here I was—in a shitty boat in the middle of a dark harbor, pressed against the only man who had

Beneath the Waves The icy water pressed in, dark and suffocating, blocking out all light. Through the murky depths, Kyle’s voice crackled faintly: “Reactor core... is fifty meters down...” Suddenly—movement. Shadows shifted beneath us... cold and deadly. They were waiting. An Underwater Ambush Out of the dark, stealth combat drones swarmed, circling like metal predators, their blades gleaming under the dull emergency lights. Damien surged forward, striking fast, disabling a deadly blade-drone with one brutal strike, forcing it into retreat.

Her heart was still racing. She had been dreaming again. It had started with water. It always did. This time, the ocean stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and dark, its surface broken only by bodies. Wolves. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Some wore armor. Some wore nothing at all. They sank slowly, eyes open, mouths moving as if trying to speak. Moonlight poured down from above, sharp and merciless, pinning them in place. They did not struggle. They drowned quietly. Then a voice cut through the water.