Dating The Dark Novels & Stories

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

Camfrey demanded, but Mark couldn't say a word in his defense. “I don't know what you’re talking about, but Mark saw a girl he liked, and it just happened they were fated mates and we arranged their marriage.” She sounded so confident, but the look on Mark's face said otherwise. “Are you sure that's all?” Dark asked, now standing. He looked over to Mark, who dared not meet his eyes. Slowly but swiftly, he dragged him from behind his mother. “Are you going to tell her, or would you want me to?” Dark was not one to joke around with.

I suddenly felt like a misplaced guest in a palace, clutching at my own skin to remember I even belonged in the same room. Behind me, his voice came low and amused. “So, Snow. What do you think?” I turned to him with a smile. “Beautiful. Clean?” He leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed hot against my ear. “You know, you can come visit whenever you like. The password is 0613.” My eyes flew open. 0613? I snapped my head toward him, my gaze locking with his. “0613?” He smiled knowingly. “Yeah. Your birthday.”

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

But for now— They would hunt in the darkness They would lie in silence. And they would protect each other until the Council forced them into the light.

“What club?” “There’s a club over on Chestnut. It's called Dark Seasons,” waving his hand as though he had to think about the name, he continued. “Or it’s something like that. I am sure you will find it. It opened up a few nights ago, you will find it down near the old Fowler Building, I think. You could go there and check it out. Or just have fun… It’s all up to you.” “Perhaps, I will go. What type of club is it?” She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night.

Beauty left her BEAST behind. "Dua", He kissed her closed eyes and each tear drops which were smeared on her face. At the age of 25 , Dua finally broke the hell gate of DARK World and Her soul floated out of the world in the search of warmth and happiness. Arin closed his eyes and fell down on the ground while clutching her dead body. *** ARIN's POV :- (after a month of Dua's death) That day, When I bumped her in the prison. Her eyes spelled a cast on my mind.

Dark Shadow chuckled. “Where?” Kylie asked. The next full moon was in three days. That was enough time to prepare. “Here. Destiny will be coming here in three days.” Dark Shadow answered. “You...why are you being so compliant. Are you that afraid of death?” Davies asked with his brows furrowed. Dark Shadow’s cooperation was mightily unusual. There was something off about this entire scenario. “Afraid of death? I will not survive losing all my limbs. I have at most a few more minutes to live.” Dark Shadow smiled wryly.

I want the world to bow to me. I heard a knock at my door and immediately recognized the person as the one I had dispatched to keep an eye on Dark. I know many of Dark’s secrets, and that’s why I wanted to be his. He is dark like me. I know he killed his mate a long time ago, and so I killed mine to be with him.

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.