Follow Me Darkly Novels & Stories

Meave A lot of things are hidden in the dark. Lots of secrets, emotions... Truths. When you take a good look at these things, you'll realize that they are pretty important things, things that could turn anyone's life around, if pushed into the light. Why do you think these things are kept safely in the dark?

Meghan laughed and sent her a gleaming look of amusement from below her artfully darkened copper lashes. “Oh, darling, you’re being so boring… I know everything... I know this is all a masquerade orchestrated by Chris. How much is he paying you, little girl? If you’re good and walk out of here without making too much noise, I’ll double it! I’ll even help you get on the next plane to London.” “Like I just said, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lara replied, this time in a more determined tone, looking the red-head straight in her green eyes.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

" Just like that, I snuffed out the last bit of hope he was clinging to. At the same time, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Samuel's grip on me, his relentless obsession—it just stopped working. He could not hold me down anymore. I felt myself starting to float up, lighter and freer. I glanced down to see Samuel staring up at me, panic-stricken. He began to thrash around wildly, reaching out for me as his voice faded away, "Take me with you, Yocelyn! I feel like I'm stuck..." I did not look back. He was left behind, forever trapped in that tiny graveyard. I guess that was his own obsession, the one thing that kept him prisoner.

I stayed still on the floor, staring at him fearlessly. “You want to save your friends, right? I can help you with that,” Dark said. I looked at him, “What do you want me to do?” “Find me the real killer.”

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

hope to find him again. All around me is darkness, but this light, I can feel it. Our connection. I grab hold of the light, and cautiously take a step into the dark. I don't know why, but I'm scared of this darkness. Normally, I'm not scared, but there is something terribly heavy in this one... It feels like it's watching me. Waiting for me to fail. It doesn't want me to leave. But the only way to get out of this darkness is to follow the light through the darkness.

“Then embrace it, my love,” he murmured, his voice a dark lullaby. “Let the darkness take hold, let it fill you with power.” I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations flooding my body. I could feel the shadows whispering to me, wrapping around my soul, urging me to give in completely. This was my twisted reunion with The Watcher—a bond forged in darkness, a love born from chaos. As the night wore on, I knew I was stepping further away from the light, deeper into the shadows where I could truly belong.

Vincent murmured, handing me a glass of champagne. Don Salvador had secrets. And keeping us in the dark made it all the more suspicious. “As we all know, the Blackwoods are next in line. If that happens, we reclaim what was taken from us in the streets!” one man declared. It was clear now: this wasn’t just revenge—it was about power, influence, and control. The meeting dragged on until the Don declared me his successor. That moment confirmed it—I was in over my head. Then, my phone buzzed. Marlene.