Into The Dark Novel Novels & Stories

Lady Havana knew no one was allowed to enter the library and that Dark’s routine would keep him there. So, she chose that time to plan my execution—ensuring Dark wouldn’t disrupt anything. Dara entered. Dark caught a different scent in the library and took Dara unaware, his hands on her neck. She struggled to breathe, raising the letter. He let her go and took it, reading it. Dara added to it by telling him what was going on. Dark immediately left for his mother’s place. He transformed into his wolf, howling from behind. The men all gave way quickly and just as the man in front of me was about to throw his punch, Dark snapped his neck and, in that moment, leaped and cut the rope with his cla

“Now go. Talk to the dark. Find answers. Come home.” Kade and I joined hands. Reached for the seal. For the connection we still had. Distant. Weak. But present. We pulled on it. Opened a doorway. A crack in reality where we could slip through. Where we could enter the First Dark’s realm without becoming the seal again. The doorway opened. Dark. Cold. Empty. We stepped through. And fell into nothing. The First Dark’s realm was different from the Void realm. The Voids were hungry darkness. Consuming. Aggressive. Desperate.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Also for the people who haven't understood. This is a dark romance so there will be the dark concept. And you already know I don't do injustice with my characters so don't worry once asshole can't be a forever asshole in my book at least so yeah. I will also put a disclaimer soon.

And in Veil, discretion was their law. I headed into the velvet part of the club, which was strictly by invitation. I had high expectations for this one, I wanted him to be what his profile promised. His name was Nightshade, and his bio said he was a dominant, exactly what I needed. After he added me on Blink, we spoke a little and he sent the invite. There was some dark about him which would usually repulse me, but instead it was like a magnet drawing me in. It hooked me in like a hand on my throat.

" Darkness. It came down upon her with the same force as Lily like. Her wrists hurt, bound so tightly the rope burned into flesh. Coppery, rich, fleshy, and warm was the flavor of the blood on her lips—warm. The last she had been doing was pushing away hands that had clutched at her, the instant of blindness of what had struck her head before the world went dark. And there she was, now. Butchered an animal. Knees thudding onto cold marble floor, scorching up her legs. She struggled against the dizziness trying to overwhelm her, stumbling.

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

"That is what the novel is about. The dark is the experience. The return is life. The dark changes you, but you do not stay in the dark. You come back, and you live, and the change is in the living." They sat with this. The coffee was finished. The morning light was growing—January light, still low, still cold, but growing. The eighth year had begun. The dark was behind them, not in the sense that there would be no more dark—there would be plenty of dark in January and February—but in the sense that they knew what the dark was for. The dark was for the coming back. The dark was for the light's return.

Martha asked. “Sven’s.” Martha looked up at her. “Are you serious?” “Found them at the manor. Figured we needed them more than he did.” Martha opened one book, flipping through the pages. Ava moved around her to have a look at the book that she came in to see the other woman reading. “Eternal Light,” Ava said. “Prevent the whole shadows taking souls thing.” “Sven’s grimoires should have more powerful incantations.”

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"