Dead Until Dark Novels & Stories

Confused, Charl stared in Zark's direction; on the other hand, Zark brought his left hand to his face, partially covering his left side. Releasing the illusion spell he had active, he revealed the appearance of his right eye; a pool of absolute darkness with a single purple dot on the control was clearly visible. Incredulous at what he saw, Chark could only conjugate the following words "But the Undead are Evil" "Most of them are ..." Zark assured him, but it was not the only thing he said "... But like everything, there are exceptions" "I don't understand," Charl pronounced as he shook his head.

I stood up, peeling off my latex gloves and pulling out my notebook. "White male, decapitated and brutally beaten. Some wounds look to be a few days old. But the cause of death is unknown, due to the missing head coroner won't be able to tell us if this was done before or after he died until after the autopsy. He's been dead no more than eight hours. Two kids called it in this morning. Said they were taking a shortcut through the alley to make it to school on time." I said, sticking my notepad back into my pocket. "Talk about one hell of a wake-up call. It's the same MO as the last guy. Brutally beaten and then killed and then dumped out in the streets for some kids or homeless guy to find.

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

“To end someone’s life?” “Sometimes,” Eton said after a moment. “But most people I killed were scums so I didn’t lose sleep over it. Besides, I worked for the SRL at the time, so the kills were perfectly legal.” For some reason, his tone turned almost mocking at the word ‘legal.’ “SRL?” Kaia asked. “The Federal Security Service,” Eton clarified. “Oh?” Kaia asked. “Yes.” “Is this where you know the President from?” Kaia asked.

Original Death is watching with patience that feels like inevitability. And the clock is ticking toward extinction.

Rotting, skeletal hands burst from the mud, grabbing my ankles and pulling me down. "The Deadlands," Zade roared, his shadows flaring. "She opened a gate to the Deadlands!" Sasha let out a horrific, echoing laugh as she was swallowed by the green mist. The ground gave way entirely, and Zade and I plummeted into a dark, screaming abyss.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

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

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c