Darker Novels & Stories

The stern look on his face softens and he let's go of my hands making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "I'll be gentle with you but I can't promise to be patient." With that being said he shadows himself out of the room turning into Dark smoke and disappearing. I suddenly missed his closeness. My hands automatically move to core between my legs. I'm not one bit surprised at how wet I was for him.

Darkness consumed me. All Rights Reserved © #KCMmuoe

They are not the same even though they share the same race. A dark elf woman stands at the apex of the ground floor. Height nearly seven-foot and green eyes that matched the same color as Ellensandria. She has an old fashion breastplate that covers her chest and rustic leg plates that cover her lower appendages and middle area. Within her shaking right hand is a short staff with some runes carved inside the head. Though she is nervous, her features suggest that she is calm and collected. The torso armor has blood splatter running along the hem to the collar. Across her delicate-looking face is another scarlet splash. A long and wet tongue slithers out of her mouth. The tip of her wet induced

My gray skies and my daze. END

a sneer came on his face as he placed his arms behind his back and walked away, highly amused by the relieved sighs they all let out, the moment he left. *** It was nighttime— but wasn't it all the same to him? The constant darkness, the creeping sense of fear that came with it, the high chance of death, following the change of the color of the skies...it was all the same to Damien. Living in this dark kingdom, with no more than a flame to serve as lighting, even without it, it was still the same, their night vision allowed them to see. The death and dangerous aura, the cool air...it was all the same to him as the night. The only difference he could see was in the day and even in this dark,

DAVINA The light rain slid down the sides of my face, cold little droplets mixing with the heat of anger boiling beneath my skin. The dim streetlights flickered, casting long shadows on the empty road. My elbows rested on my bent knees, fingers drumming impatiently against my soaked leather pants. The hot pink lipstick stood out against the darkness of the night, a vibrant splash of color amid the surrounding gray. I chose it to look tough well, I also needed something flashy to draw attention away from my zombie face and those dark under-eye circles.

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

Colors bleeding into each other. Sounds fading into the distance. And then — Darkness.

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.