Darkside Alan Walker Lyrics Novels & Stories

And I am not looking for a savior. I close my eyes. Crack eighty-four. The Wildcard is tamed. One down. Two to go.

I watched the snow drift past the window and said softly, “I’ve been here all along.” The moon-vow hymn had already begun at the snowfield altar. In a few minutes, I would step forward. Cassian fell silent on the other end. “Where are you? I don’t see you anywhere.” I held up my phone and said, “Listen.” The wind carried the vow hymn through the line, faint but clear. His voice tightened at once. “You’re at the snowfield?”

Gal coughed once, stepping back, brushing his fingers over his throat like it was nothing. Then he turned to me with the same cocky smile. “You’re a good kisser, Haze,” he said, still catching his breath. “If fate allows, maybe we’ll meet again.” “Go,” I muttered. He winked and walked off without another word. Alan stood there breathing hard, still staring after him. Then, without looking at me, he said through clenched teeth, “Get in the car.” I didn’t move. “Hazel.” He turned his head now, eyes stormy.

As soon as I was searching, my ears caught footsteps slowly walking out of the darkness, not too far away from me. From the blackness, a familiar, wrinkled smile sparkled with greed right on my face. "Al..pha Xenos!" I frightenedly whispered under my wobbling breath. "Oh! How enchanting you are…! The night is young, my dear. Let us not waste time!" •••

I didn't have a reaction as he pressed the frozen cube on my neck, trailing it down my collarbone and then, he threw his leg over me, straddling me as he sat on my thighs. He pressed the ice into my lips, kissing me in the process. I don’t kiss him back. I just throw my head back, shutting my eyes. Immediately I did that, I’m overwhelmed by the images of Jaylene’s light green eyes filled with tears, his gentle but regretful tone, his sad expression, his lifeless body, his incessant begging. “Ha, get off me,” I threw Alan off my lap, dragging myself to my feet, my vision blurry. “Alpha…?” Alan whimpered softly, getting up on his feet as he ran towards me, wrapping his hands around my waist, “

I saw the faint red mark on his collarbone, and my stomach turned. Moonlight spilled outside like silver. I said quietly, "Then let's complete the bonding ceremony now." The tenderness on Damian's face froze. He let go of me, turned toward the bar, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The ice struck the glass with a sharp, cold sound.

’ Brian said through the mind link. ‘Wait for my signal,’ I replied. ‘Roger!’ All of the Moonlight warriors said. ‘Are you ready?’ I asked Aiden through our private link. ‘Always have been,’ Aiden replied, and I didn’t ask for further explanation, as I watched him knock on their front door. “Who is it?” I heard Mr. Anderson ask and then open the door a few seconds later. “Alpha,” he said in surprise. “Who is it?” I heard Merry ask from the inside.

STACY Darkness tastes like iron and old rain. I wake to my throat raw, and my mouth packed with the tang of something bitter. The first thing I notice is the ropes biting into my wrists, a pressure across my chest like a hand that will not let go. The second is the light: a ring of fire, low and blue, dancing across weathered stones. The third is the sound—a voice, slow and full of poison, threading itself between the flames. “Wake up, pretty thing,” the voice croons. “We’re beginning.”

However, the hands that once shielded me were the very ones that cast me into the abyss. As they dragged me away, I pushed with all my might on a small button hidden in my sleeve. The token from Xavier was in my hand, his parting words haunting me–"This is your last chance." This was the chance he provided for me for the rest of my life!

He looked between us, perplexed, as lost and disoriented as I felt. Damon's gaze shifted to Blake, who was rubbing his eyes and blinking in confusion "Get the pack warriors," Damon's cold and sharp voice rang through the room, chilling the air. Lucy turned and obeyed. Camela winked and raised her lips in a private triumph. Memories came back to me in fragments: the cold stone of the wine cellar, Camela's voice dripping with cruel amusement, and the sickly-sweet taste that lingered on my tongue. My stomach turned violently. Blake groaned beside me, his eyes filled with confusion. "Where am I?" "I thought I was with my mate."