Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

To come crashing through the darkness like he always did, like he had before, tearing through hell itself to reach me. I wished for the sound of his voice, his touch, his fury. I wished for the way his presence silenced every storm inside me. But all I had now were shadows and pain. And the whisper of a bond that still pulsed—just once—in the deepest corners of my heart. My eyes fluttered open just in time to see the next dose being prepared. It was different. The vial was darker—so black it swallowed the light, thick and slow like tar. It pulsed inside the syringe as if alive, angry, ancient.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

And then, like a heartbeat, the ground beneath me pulsed, and the void around me began to transform. When the darkness receded, I found myself in a forest. Not the lush, vibrant woods of the pack’s territory, but a place twisted and unfamiliar. The trees were gnarled and blackened, their branches stretching out like skeletal hands against a crimson sky. The air smelled of ash and decay, and the ground beneath my feet was soft, almost spongy, as if it were alive. My darker self appeared again, her figure emerging from the shadows like a phantom. She looked at me with the same knowing smirk, her glowing eyes piercing through the oppressive atmosphere. “This is the second trial,” she said, her

I didn’t feel my body hit the ground, but when the sensation returned to my fingers and toes and my eyes cracked open all I saw was the orange hues of the twilight sky above me. Chaos had once again ensued around me, in the distance I could see Jasper fighting Dark, but by the sluggish movements, I knew Dark’s power was affecting him. Frozen in my position I watched as Jasper collapsed to his knees, looking completely drained of energy and my heart thumped wildly in my chest. Dark held a dagger over Jasper’s spent body, ready to thrust the silver blade into his chest when a scream bubbles from my chest.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

he says in a threatening tone, which just amuses me, so I stand up from the chair, take out my gun and place it on the table, smile sideways and slide it towards him. “Here... try it...” I say sarcastically, Griffin looks at the gun and smiles sideways, then leans over and comments amused “I'm not stupid Dark… do you think I don't know why you have your men outside? That possibly at this moment that blonde slut has my head in her sights and this lapdog of yours can at any moment pierce me with his queer knives?... I know how you think and how you move... I would never do something as stupid as attacking the head of Darkness in his own territory alone…” he finishes, he smiled broadly because

"We have to." Together, we stood, our hands clasped, our magic intertwining as we focused all our strength on the heart before us. The darkness surged again, but this time, we fought back, pushing against it with everything we had. The heart began to tremble, its pulse weakening as our power overwhelmed it. It screamed—an ear-splitting sound that rattled the very walls of the tower. And then, with a final, deafening explosion of energy, the heart shattered, the darkness dissipating into the air.

"You do look quite pretty, and there's something familiar about you. What if I were to ruin your face?" "You're a genius, Rach," Isla said. "A vixen like her only deserves to be disfigured so that she'll live a life of mockery." They laughed again before backing me into a corner. Their shadows loomed over me, and my pupils constricted when I saw Rachel's smug face hovering above mine. The tip of the blade pierced my cheek repeatedly. Whenever I was about to pass out from the pain, Isla would pinch me with her nails to keep me awake.

Nerves jangled as he sat in the taxi. His proximity to her was driving him insane with the need to touch her, to hold her and never let go. Yet the more rational part of him still overrode his needs, constantly reminding him he was dangerous, his darker side just seconds from being free at any point. Even so he could feel the darkness had abated, retreated farther back into his psyche and a hope sprung up in him. Might it be because of her? He wondered as lights flashed into his eyes. Could it be that being near her forces the darkness back?

I know I have done a lot of bad things, but I have changed, I keep seeking for forgiveness everyday . Hmmm, abi... Ha.... She placed it on the table and walked into the kitchen to get a cup, her heart was beating faster ... What if this does not work too ? At least, all I have to do is try. She swallowed hard as she heard the door opened .. He is back ... She said her teslim from the kitchen and returned to the living room only to net him on his feet , staring at the wrapped stuff on the table and his expression was not something she could explain.