Novel & Cerita Darkness Peach

A woman reaches through the portal and takes his hand so she can walk securely down the plank. Persephone looks like she is standing in the shade. The lights of the room don’t dare touch her. The dichotomy of her beauty contrasted with her sallow features makes her difficult for the mind to process. Her black flowy dress floats around her even though there is no breeze in the room. She tied her brown hair in a neat, tight bun. Her eyes are somewhere between hazel and gray. Deep purple eyeshadow interrupts her ashen skin. Matching purple lipstick gives her a corpse like appearance.

Sebastian was breathing heavily, eyes wide on me. "I need it all!" Scarlet pushed through, demanding I pull every piece of darkness within him. It was intoxicating, supercharging every cell in my body with something beyond our world. "I need... mmmm... I need all of you Sebastian." My eyes set on his, watching him struggle under my touch. His darkness was pouring into me, my light burning it away.

It is said that, the worst nightmare is to have a bloodfang smile at you. The Shadow Pelt Pack, with fur so dark that it blends completely into the darkness, blessed with unusual speed and precision. Usually called the Night Dancers. Their name is spoken in fear, for the saying, "if the moon stares at you, the Night Dancers are near, and your screams will be music."

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

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Else. Something. Darker.

I muttered to myself, feeling Cora's satisfaction rumble through me. The grand opening of Moonlight Photography arrived with unexpected fanfare. Gifts poured in from every direction, filling our reception area. Paige struggled to keep up with the registry. "Another delivery from the Blackwood Pack," she called, waving a clipboard. "This one's from Dominic." I unwrapped the large package to find keys to a luxury SUV with specialized tinted windows designed for werewolf sensitivity to light. "That man does not understand the concept of reasonable gifts," Paige commented, eyebrows raised.

Her Pov: I don't know how long I was going around in circles in the peach black darkness, losing myself in it. Entirely. Until I felt someone touching me. The same touch with the same possessiveness, the same dominance, but something about this is different. It's a feather like touch moving down my body. And his touch alone pulled me out of the darkness like a magnet pulling metal towards it. I try to open my eyes slowly as my lids feel as heavy as stones. I open my eyes, and for a second, everything is in a blur before a face slowly gets visible to me in the dim lights of the room.

Finally, he gives me a half-smile and lets me step in. This is one of the darkness’ vault located underground in nightshade pack, it’s like a fucking enormous mansion in here, different shadows passes by the room, all of the darkness’ men live here, you can’t even pass by without seeing someone holding a gun. The moment the darkness sees me, he stands up from the couch, holding a glass of whiskey, one lazy smile at me has my legs growing weak. He approaches me. “Hey.” The darkness says, till today, I don’t know his real name; he said he would tell me when the time is near, he said I should trust him.

They lose themselves to each other for a long few moments, burying their grief, their worries about family, their anxieties about war in their mutual happiness which right now feels strong enough to sweep through the entire world and make everything right. Which is why neither of them notice as the room slowly fills with smoke. Smoke, or shadow, that seeps in like a rage, pulsing and growing and flickering with a horrible blue light. And at the center of it all a very small form made of darkness itself, her breath heaving in her chest. Mittens gives a horrible little mew of fear just a moment before the darkness moves. “Mine,” the darkness snarls, storming forward, reaching out a claw-tipped