Into The Dark: The Body Novels & Stories

"Stay with me." She tried to answer. Couldn't find her mouth. The fire had reached her spine and was doing something there that made coherent thought impossible. She was aware of the floor against her knees, of hands holding her upright, of the pack bond trying to reach her from forty three directions simultaneously like something trying to catch a person falling. The dark was coming. She could feel it at the edges. The specific dark of a body deciding it had reached its limit and was implementing a shutdown whether the occupant agreed or not.

her mind went blank when she felt someone –something is embracing her whole body “don’t move! You're filled with dark spots!” Christian frantically said and deeply think if he will come closer to Issel allowing those dark things to consume him or just run… he ends up not doing anything “ah!” Issel reaches out her hands in Christian's direction but the little child doesn’t know what to do, thinking that he can’t help her because he’s just a kid! “oh my god! Sis!” someone pulled out Issel from great demise and cut through the shadows of the soul “thank god we aren’t late! Are you alright?” Ren touch her sisters’ hand and inspect her pulse

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

A pressurized feeling propels on his back which forces his muscles to tighten. The force alone is something that he can handle but what happens next has a look of a dead man crossing his features. Butcher’s ribcage propels out of his body, armor and all shattering like glass. His eyes widen once he sees his own body part fling from his flesh like he is nothing more then the hounds he crafted from for battle. That helmet comes off of him, blood spoils everything else that is connected to him but he collapses down on his knees. For some reason, he is still alive still breathing but the pain is unimaginable. Both of his hands slide down onto the dark surface but as he touches this unknown found

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

His screams turned into a long howl like the Dark fur sprouted from his body, and his clothing tore itself from his body as his muscles increased in size. I am scared... I mean scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if I am being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in my body where my blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out as it fills me from my feet to my scalp. It leaves me with nothing. Surprisingly, running sounded like a really good idea but he was standing right in front of the doorway.

Fear sharpens into fury, molten and blinding. I reach. Not with hands. With instinct. With that strange internal pull that drags me into shadows night after night without permission. The darkness beneath my feet answers. Not violently. Not chaotically. It opens. Like a mouth welcoming breath. Like a path recognizing its traveler. The shadows gripping my legs falter. Just for a second. But one second is enough. I step. Not forward. Down. Into the shadow beneath me. The world snaps sideways. Sound tears apart into jagged fragments.

He calls the darkness in me. Rune enters me slowly, and even with my slick core, his cock forces its way into my body, filling me without being all the way in. As he takes his time, I realize it’s not only desire that’s gripping me, tearing through my flesh and finding refuge in my bones. It’s something deeper, darker, and more sinister. At this moment, I want to watch the way he’s owning me, inch by each agonizing inch. I want to watch how our bodies are joined. I shudder.

Every unwanted twitch of my body betraying me. No control. No escape. My mind screamed, This isn’t me. This isn’t fucking me. But whatever that had been injected into me just didn’t care. And then, there was darkness. Like my own body slammed the door shut, dragging me into something hot, wet, and shapeless.