Fated Darkest Dungeon Novels & Stories

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Kieran’s head snapped toward me. His eyes burned with renewed intensity, though the fear hadn't entirely faded. "Went after it? Into... into that?" He gestured wildly at the empty air, his tail twitching nervously. "That was... that was magic , Astrid. Dark magic. Foul." "It talked about my heritage," I said, remembering the chilling voice. "It said the Blood Moon was coming. And that Alpha Xavier buried the truth." My eyes locked with Kieran’s. "It said it.....remembers."

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

He shouldn’t be. Thalia walks beside me, not saying anything, but I can feel the heat still rolling off her, contained, for now. Controlled. She’s holding herself together with sheer will, and honestly? That might be the most impressive thing I’ve seen all day. The door to the cellar is at the far end of the hall, half-hidden behind an old tapestry of the pack crest, two wolves circling one another in a never-ending loop. It’s symbolic, I guess. Life. Death. The shift. The spiral we’re all trapped in. Shaun pulls it aside without ceremony and unlocks the door beneath.

He was going to hurt him or me. "W_Why?" I asked scared. His grip tightened on my jaw making me whimper. "NAME?" He growled at my face and my heart shook with terror. It scared the shit out of me when I saw those angry eyes. "Maximus Hatson!" I cried out. He finally released my jaw and grabbed his phone which was in his pocket. "Maximus Hatson, I Want him in the dungeon" My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he said dungeon, I couldn't think what he exactly meant by that as I was not aware of his profession and identity. And whom did he order?

Taking a deep breath, Draven stepped inside, the oppressive darkness swallowing him whole. The inside of Thana’s lair was a twisted labyrinth of tunnels and chambers, each one more disorienting than the last. The walls seemed to shift and move, leading those who ventured too far into endless loops of despair. But Draven knew the way—had memorized every turn, every hidden passage. He walked with purpose, his steps unfaltering as he descended deeper into the abyss.

Lyra countered, sensing my fear. "The King is fighting a war he doesn't know exists yet," I said. "If we stay here, we're just waiting to be harvested. We need to cut the head off this snake." We left the server room, taking the service lift down to the lowest level. The air grew colder, smelling of damp stone and ozone. The dungeons weren't just cells; they were ancient, subterranean chambers designed to suppress even the strongest wolf. As we moved through the corridors, I felt the familiar pull of the mate-bond—not the one I had severed, but the residual echo of it. It was weak, decaying, and corrupted.

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

"You will regret the day you ever laid a hand on Harris." He turns to the guards, who are shifting uncomfortably. "Take him. Throw him into the Abyss Dungeon." The guards stiffen. The Abyss Dungeon. The kingdom’s most feared prison, buried deep beneath the palace foundations. It is a place where the sun never reaches, where the walls are permanently stained with centuries of rot and blood, where the darkness is alive with the screams of the tortured and the mad. It is a place of silver chains and enchanted restraints, reserved for traitors and monsters.