Grim Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Everything you want to be done under the shadows. GrimFangs had their currencies in despair. They traded the dark side of medicines, elixir that can age you twenty years, positions that act as slow as centuries and those that act in seconds. Wolfsbane is like a vegetable next to the elixir GrimFangs make. It's like they condense all their despair and hatred into each and every bottle of elixir. How do you destroy a pack? By taking away their basic needs, food, medicine and clothing.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

I reach between us and take him in my hand and position myself and sink down and reverse cowgirl in a five star suite at one in the morning with a man whose last name I still don't know is the most alive I have felt in a year. I roll my hips forward and back while he grips my waist and his mouth finds the back of my neck and bites and I shiver and roll harder. I reach back and grab his thigh for leverage and ride him properly, deep grinding strokes that pull sounds from both of us and make the chaise shift on the marble floor. "Look at the window," he says against my ear. I look. The window is floor to ceiling and dark outside and our reflection looks back at me, pale and explicit, me riding

Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

Blake was fast to jump on his boyfriend's calloused arms, as a giggle escaped from his lips, making the giant smile in trance. Once they settled on the fluffy couch and already hugged each other's arms, they watched as the movie "The conjuring" flashed on the screen. Of course, Blake ended up clinging so close to Luca's chest with pillows on his side, thinking that if he leaves a space, a ghost will sit there, beside him. He watched as the sound became eerie, sending chills through his skin.

Suddenly door burst open and my eyes close on its own because of too much light. I open my eyes and I see the silhouette of a big man. He starts to come towards me and smell of alcohol and cigarettes makes me gag. I try to back away in fear but there is no where I can go because my back is already against the wall. Hi is scary and has long hair. “What a beauty. It will surely be good to have a taste of your pussy. Pregnant pussies are most delicious and addicting.” He licks his lips while saying. After hearing him I am more afraid of what is going to happen to me.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

I, on the other hand, opened the bottle and drank my frustration about my unending nightmares. "The reason you have come to La Fleur, may I ask?" he delved. I ignored his question and continued drinking, finishing the bottle in one go. Fenrir laughed at me, amused and I bet he finally realized that I am as problematic as everyone here. "Amico, you know what to do with things that frustrate you," he said cockily. I drew my attention to him as I put down the liquor battle. He stared at me with red eyes and showed me his fangs. I did the same.

During the cold, the girl let out a loud cry, and I held her tightly against my chest. “Take them,” I barked. “Now.” We vanished into the night. Old blood and new ambition emanated from the underground temple. Hundreds of the Death Pack, which were full of cursed wolves with unnaturally bright eyes and covered in darkness, had Dante waiting at the altar. He resembled a shadowy king, sweating on his hair and having veins that were black from the dark beer he had consumed at this time. He expressed his gleeful approval, saying "You did it." “Don't act surprised.”