Darkest Part By Red Romane & Geschichten

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

Elias had given me an ear full on how taking him out might destroy our stronghold on the fifth precinct, but I didn't give a shit about that. I was about to take another swig when the door made that irritating ding sound again. It was too early for most places to be open, and I wasn't expecting my business associate until much later. I glanced up, careful to keep myself hidden in the shadows of my corner. A woman walked in, her movements tense like a coiled spring. Even in the dim light, I couldn't miss her hair, a deep red that caught what little light there was in the bar. Something about that color triggered a memory, but I couldn't quite place it.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER SIXTEEN. * * The sun was almost up outside, it infiltrated through the drapes, replacing the lights that the lanterns in the room had provided. She studied his features openly, no doubt he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, his voice was also utmost soothing, but sometimes melodically dark and scary, just like it had been last night when he had caught her trying to escape. Everything about him still struck her as familiar.

Whatever you want to call it! But he's impotent! What does he need a red room for?! I turned to ask him but the dark glimmer in his eyes seemed to hold all the answers I needed. I gulped. The dark shadows cast on his face made him look more dangerous. I wanted to flee for my life, but the call of flesh was stronger. I look forward to the promise of immense pleasure his eyes held. I gulped in anticipation as our gazes fought for a while. My cunt clenched with unbearable need.

Red asked, already knowing the answer. "The Dark One. It's come for me." Jane thought it was ironic. She had come out here for revenge. Apparently, it wasn't for HER revenge. She turned towards Red, raised herself up on her tiptoes and kissed the lycanthrope square on the lips. It was brief, but to the point. And it might very well be the last. "I won't let it take you," Red promised. It wasn't fair. They were supposed to get a break. They were supposed to have some time together to heal. But the darkness was coming nonetheless.

We had to work together to make it out of here. Finally, we reached the top landing that led to the roof but the sight that met my eyes made my blood run cold. Several figures clad in dark cloaks blocked our path to the steps leading to the roof’s emergency exit. Their eyes glowed a sickly red in the dim lighting. Was this a side effect of their dark blood magic? The glowing red eyes was something I had never heard of before.

"You are my greatest weakness, the thorn embedded so deeply in my paw I cannot extract it without tearing myself apart." Rose gazed back at me steadily, showing no fear. "Then why do you persecute me so? Why can you not accept that I only wish for this pack's freedom and your own redemption?" I snorted in disgust at her foolish hopes. "There can be no redemption for me. I am darkness and always will be." Even so, I ran a rough hand through her silky hair, clutching the back of her neck possessively. "But you, infuriating she-wolf...you bring light where there should be none. And though I may rage against it, that light calls to the tattered remains of my soul."

Phoebe I had never set foot in Dark Crimson before, and the moment our car passed through its front gates, my whole body tensed. The pack house rose like a dark fortress—nothing like the elegant Silver Claw manor or the clean-lined designs of Thunder Bite. This place felt ancient, heavy… dominant. The building looked as if it had been carved from one giant block of obsidian, with deep red accents running along each pillar like dried blood. The Dark Crimson banner fluttered against the gray sky—black and red, marked by a crowned Lycan sigil.

He looked up and I could see his canines flashing, his eyes glowing red. Oh no. *********************************************** Dominic and Sky's asthetics are live on I-G (the_fem_ink). Have you checked them out?

Diego nodded solemnly, "No matter what, intruding on normal human lives is strictly forbidden in our world. We need to figure out a way to stop this before it's too late." I stare at the TV, seeing the black wolves with glowing red eyes, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "It’s Dean... and his wolves." My voice wavered as I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. Those glowing red eyes—they weren’t just ruthless. They were controlled. Calculated. Henry gripped my arm tightly, his face grim. "They're spreading darkness like a disease—twisting minds, forcing innocent people to turn violent. If we don’t stop them soon..." I swallowed hard. "There won’t be a world left to save."