Lady Of Darkness Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

a voice in her head tried to assert her consciousness. Rina knows who it is, Lydia is trying to kick in her consciousness and take the lead. The woman refuses to let her being controlled by an unknown woman who only causes her misery. Her consciousness faded as soon as the voice in the darkness of her heart suffocated her. Scaring her from doing anything, her toxic suggestion drowned her. * * *

Panic flared, but before she could fall, strong hands caught the weapon, Kael’s steady grip. “Fight it, Lyra!” he urged, locking eyes with her. “You are stronger than this darkness.” Drawing a ragged breath, she summoned every shred of willpower. Flames roared back to life on her arms, frost crystallized at her feet. “I am not your prisoner,” she whispered fiercely, voice cracking like breaking ice. But victory was fleeting. From the darkest corners of the frostlands emerged the Shadow Lord, an immense, terrifying figure wreathed in black smoke and flickering embers. His eyes burned with a malevolent fire that chilled even the heart of the coldest winter.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

Despite the pain wracking his body, a chilling smile stretched across his lips. "Free at last," he rasped, his voice distorted and laced with a newfound power. "The darkness offers so much… power, knowledge… everything I ever desired." Evie stumbled back, a wave of nausea washing over her. Liam's words felt like a betrayal, a chilling confirmation of her worst fears. "Liam, no!" she cried out, her voice cracking with despair. "Don't let it control you! We can fight this together!" Liam let out a harsh laugh, the sound echoing eerily through the cavern. "Fight? Why fight when the darkness offers me the strength to remake Aethel, to reshape it in its glorious image?"

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

As if she heard my inner perverted thoughts of her, Lyra looks up and smirks at me. This woman; my woman was made to sin, the twitch in my pants as me turning away the last thing I needed was a fucking bonner in front of our men. Lyra winks at me and licks her lips, and all I can think of is sticking my dick between they plump red naughty lips of hers; my Princess of darkness.