Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

He tugged at my arm. My eyes adjusted as much as they could. My vision wiggled and my body swayed, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was frozen. It was hard to tell if it was from terror or curiosity. My fingers grasp Mila's arms as I watched the darkness come. I knew it was over. Deep down I knew it had me. The inky blackness rolled over Mila, enveloping her other side. She started to move away from me. My heart jumped. At first I thought she was still alive, but quickly realized it was the darkness. It was taking her.

She closed one eye and exhaled slowly trying to clear her head. "You are in my home," a male voice spoke out from the far end of the room. She opened her eyes again, and this time in the dim light coming through the window, she saw Night Frost. She sat up fast, causing her head to spin out of control. "Why am I here?” She remembered his fist coming at her and then dancing lights. “And where is my friend?"

My lungs burned as I tried to take a deep breath, and panic shot through me. A memory clawed at the edge of my mind: the palace, my room, Kael… and the shadow. A figure cloaked in darkness. Before I could scream, a pulse of freezing power struck my chest, numbing my body, as if I had been trapped in ice. I tried to resist, but my body wouldn't obey. Only my mind remained awake, painfully awake.

I breathed out, held my blisters out, and she poured the liquid gold straight into my palms. It didn't burn my skin. It sank into my pores. Instantly, my inner vision went white. Fenrir and Daekan both slammed into the center of my chest at the same time, their shapes twisting around each other like two snakes in a basket. The pressure was insane… it felt like someone was using a hydraulic press on my heart, squeezing everything until my ribs groaned under the strain. "They're crushing me," I gasped, my vision going completely dark. "Mom... they're crushing my heart."

Not when a single heartbeat of fear could trigger a wave of darkness big enough to kill someone again. I slid down the wall until I sat on the cold floor. My hair stuck to my face and my fingers trembled. My wolf snarled under my skin in confusion; it wanted to run, to shift, to tear, to breathe. It wanted more space than this body offered, but I was helpless. I pressed my palm over my heart. “Just… stop. Please.” The darkness flickered. Hesitated. But did not leave. ** Hours passed. Or maybe minutes.

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

’ Elize thought *********** Dark noticed that in the other house, two women and one man were staring at him. He even frowned when he saw the man's familiar face. "Dark." Dark looked at Trans. He's got Black cards "It's morning," Dark complains. "You know that each second many people die in this world." Says Trans. Dark switched off the treadmill, then wiped off the sweat and approached Trans. He took six black cards and went through them one after the other. "I already told this one, the stubbornness," Dark said

"Mrs. Whitaker, please don't be so stubborn. Just rest inside for the night. Once Mr. Whitaker calms down tomorrow, he'll let you out." My muffled struggles were the only reply I could give. She let out a weary sigh and ultimately consoled me. "Mrs. Whitaker, the freezer is set on preservation mode. The temperature is low, but it won't kill you. Please tolerate it for one night. Don't make Mr. Whitaker angry, or he'll put you in here even longer."

I froze, stuck between the present and my past, no idea if I even had a future. The silhouette moved, its mighty paws taking a step closer into the dim moonlight. I gasped. My eyes gazed upon the darkest fur I had ever seen. It was darker than black. Its golden eyes pierced through my very soul. Thunder rumbled through him. Him? I didn't know how I knew this but I just did. Suddenly, he roared attempting to pounce. I jolted out of sleep, chest heaving frantically as I managed to catch my breaths.

I buried the old me, but it wasn’t enough. “You’re mine, Darkness,” I challenge, taking control of what my imagination has created. It might not work, but doing nothing is going to leave this traitorous organ where it is for sure. I can feel him covering my heart, see the light fading from the cut as the pitch black nature of him surrounds it. “TAKE IT!” I scream, the raw desperation in my voice impossible to hide, but by the time my voice is done carrying out the command, the extension of him is ripped back out of my chest. ***