Grim Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

I wondered how Mom planned to explain her new Sidhe undead abilities to the others. I felt a hand on my arm. Gram grinned, drool running down her chin, her crazed gaze gleaming in the dim illumination of the candles. "Still all here," she said. "Darkness loses." "Light wins," I finished for her. "Light wins," she said. "Now give it back." Crazy old lady. ***

My spine stiffened, and my heart began to race as the growl grew louder—closer. "Get ready," Diego muttered, his voice grim. "We’re not alone." From the shadows, they emerged—figures cloaked in darkness, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger. They were the wolves, but with dark energy pulsating around them, their forms shifting and contorting in an otherworldly manner. The wolves’ eyes glowed like molten gold, their forms shifting unnaturally. Their growls were low, guttural, vibrating through the floor beneath my feet. They weren’t just wolves. They were nightmares given flesh. My breath caught in my throat. These weren’t ordinary wolves. No, these were something far worse.

Every movement, every strike, felt like a dance choreographed between her and Damon—a deadly rhythm forged in trust and desperation. Above them, Garrick hovered like a shadow of death incarnate. His hands radiated a sickly green light, tendrils of dark magic snaking toward the canyon floor, lashing at anyone who dared stand against him. His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he watched Hazel and Damon, the perfect predators in his prey-filled maze. “You’ve grown bold, little princess,” Garrick’s voice echoed, layered with malevolence. “Do you really think your tricks will save you?”

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

No one here knew about my encounter with one of them. - What can I say about them? the dark one was indignant, continuing to look out the window. I knew perfectly well that a training session was taking place in the backyard. In addition to developing the gift, the girls trained endurance, practiced close combat, and someone even learned to fight with swords. Hope I can join them soon. “I call them reverse darks. The first such blond freak was born to Karim Reed. They are not affected by darkness, they painlessly pass it through themselves, moreover, they can drink any dark one with one touch. Catchers have excellent health, they are faster, stronger and more resilient than any person. This

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness. He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll. I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!

My jaw tightened as I watched him stalk towards me, his grey eyes evident through the rim of his glasses. "I don't think this is Jacob." Elias stood beside me, his fingers tapping the tablet and making a video play. It was the same as the last video they'd sent. It was dark, and there was a chair, with someone in it. I watched closely as streaks of light appeared and pointed towards the person on the chair, illuminating the figure. It was a...female. Her hair was dark and matted against her skin, dried up blood evident on the side of her head and face. She lifted her chin, tossing some stray stands away. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the figure to be the bartender. The one Ju