Diamond In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

The moment the pill melted on my tongue, I knew something was off. Instead of the usual bitter taste, there was a sharp, metallic flavor, like chewing on a mouthful of coins and dirt. I gulped it down and glanced at Francis Davis, the Don of the Davis mafia family. He was standing by the window, his back to me, looking all stiff and serious. "This pill's not right," I said. He spun around, and streaks of sunlight from the blinds sliced across his face, making him look like he was part of a black-and-white movie. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

when she will see me in such clothes. Suddenly my eyes fell on the crystal heart dangling on a silver chain, the last gift from Johnathan. It was lying on the dressing table next to the desk. I must have left it there while unpacking my things. I picked up the necklace, twirling the heart in my fingers. The sunlight reflected beautifully in it, spreading all the colors of the rainbow on the other side like in a prism. As I looked at it, all the painful memories returned to me with redoubled strength and my heart ached so badly that tears sprang to my eyes immediately. Fortunately, I managed to quickly shake myself out of this state, clenched the necklace in my hand, opened one of the drawers

Damien had bought it years ago under a fake name, a secret even his father didn’t know. Or so he claimed. The air inside smelled faintly of cedar and dust. There were no windows in the back rooms, no cameras, no connections. Just silence. For the first time in days, I exhaled. Damien collapsed onto the couch, wincing. “You know, for someone who swore off revenge, you’re getting good at it.” I smiled faintly. “Guess I learned from the best.” He looked up, eyes soft. “Elara…” But whatever he was about to say was drowned by the sharp ping of my phone.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

I gasped as I saw the glinting diamonds, emeralds, and other precious stones all over the place, as well as all the gold that was mounded and scattered on the floor. “Is this what that beast has been protecting? All these treasures?” Devon spoke softly, his eyes widening at the exquisite treasures displayed in front of us. [Children, don’t touch anything!] I warned them as soon as they started walking around with curiosity and looked closely at the armory. “Oops!” My heart started to race when I saw Diana take the old book displayed on top of a marble stand in the middle of the chamber. Her eyes widened in fear when the floor started to quake again, and the linings on the floor started to gl

“Tell me, how did you get to know that symbol?” My voice is hoarse with rage, and Dawn knows. She jerks. “What’s the problem, Dima?” “Answer me?” I demand, holding her gaze. “I saw it in a book some time ago.” She admits. How can it be a book? No! It should have been on someone’s body and I swear I'll leave my horny ass and leave here to find that person and when I do, I’ll kill them. “Just a book?” “Yes, I swear…”

But never did he expect that the moment she opened her eyes, his dark life would be turned into light. The woman with white hair and grey eyes stared at the stranger in her bed. “Who are you?” she asked with a rough voice. “You’re safe now…” He whispered as he leans his head on her shoulder, “You’re finally safe.” … Join Dominique on his adventure of not only love, but blood will be needed to keep the one he loves safe from enemy eyes. The only woman in his body, soul and mind will desire every minute of his life. All his existence will finally bestow upon him the one life chance of protecting what the world can’t lose. His one and true love, the Goddess of the Diamond.

STEPHANIE'S POV I pushed him into a corner before joining him. "Diamond, what are you doing here?" I asked quietly, making sure no one outside could hear us, though I doubted they would ever hear us. Diamond smirked like a maniac and leaned against the church wall. Ignoring my question, he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. Holding it between his middle and index fingers, he placed it between his lips and took out a lighter. He cupped his hand around the cigarette, flicked the lighter, and lit it on fire. Before he could take a drag of smoke off the cigarette, I yanked it from his hand, dropped it on the ground, and stomped on it, smashing it hard to make sure it was ruined so he wouldn