Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

They thought the threat was Kael’s ambush. They did not realise the real threat was something else entirely. Dark shapes emerged from the forest. Wolves, but wrong. Too large. Too aggressive. Their eyes glowed red instead of the normal gold or amber. Rogues. But not ordinary rogues. These were feral. Mindless. Corrupted by something dark and unnatural. “Dark wolves,” Elena whispered, her face going pale. “No. This is impossible. They should not be this far south.” “What are dark wolves?” I asked, forgetting to play my role.

“Cherry, what have you done? You’re such a flirtatious girl! Get off of there, you slob!” “Don’t touch her!” Patricia was almost deafened by the strength of Dark’s voice. It is also scary to see his gritting teeth. “Get out!” Dark yelled at Dalia again and continued to pin Adrian against the wall. Cherry shivered and huddled on one side of the bed while hugging the thick blanket. She was afraid of a lot. Natasha’s aunt, her brother, and Dark, who looks like a wolf, want to hunt down a victim.

The heroes could feel the encroaching darkness, and it was not long before their fears materialized into a tangible menace. From the depths of the ancient forest, the malevolent forces emerged, their ominous presence palpable. These were no ordinary adversaries; they bore an aura of malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. The heroes knew that they had stumbled upon the darkest heart of the enemy's nefarious plans.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

The warehouse was plunged into total darkness and I stood against the wall and listened to the scurried footsteps of a man as he swore under his breath and I saw the faint beam of a flashlight as he came closer to where I was waiting for him. “Timent tenebris,” I whispered in his ear as I placed the knife against his throat and I could feel his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed nervously. I slit his throat quickly and laid his body flush against the wall. Fear the dark. You never know what evil lurks there, the monsters under our beds come out to play in the dark, the monsters of our dreams and the monsters of our reality, people like you and me. I switched his flashlight off and

I can see someone’s darkest fears and feed that to them,’ he said. He focused on Beta Oscar first. From the vines sprouted an image of spiders. Seriously? His darkest fear was of spiders. We were werewolves, but he was afraid of arachnids. I supposed that even a pansy ass could get a job in this pack. The image was plucked from the vine, and a whole army of spiders started crawling all over him. He screamed and tried to move away from them, but he could not escape them at all. That shit was funny as hell.

He could see the fear in my eyes. I had never seen anything like it before. The aura that emanated from him was dark and twisted, like something out of a nightmare. It was as if the very essence of evil had taken shape before me. But it was his eyes that terrified me the most. They were a deep blue, so dark that they almost seemed black. They seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see all of my deepest, darkest secrets.

Denying fear only makes it more prominent. “Yes, I’m scared.” I started to say now. “But my fear is not going to be a tool for your use. My fear is going to be a catalyst for my mission to kill you and not slip while at it, so Dark One,” I threw my claws out “are you ready for my scourge?” The Dark One stared scrutinizingly at me for a moment and the aggrieved expression he grew on his face afterwards told me that he didn’t find a reasonable amount of fear in me for his use.

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.