Let The Dark In Dramione Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Their lips were locked together in a passionate kiss that showed no signs of stopping. Even when the door opened, they didn't separate. Didn't acknowledge my presence at all. Something inside me shattered. A sound escaped my throat, half sob, half scream. My hand clenched around the doorknob so hard that the metal groaned and twisted. The crack of the breaking doorknob finally made Damon's eyes snap open. He looked at me over Elena's shoulder. His pupils were completely black. No white. No color. Just endless, consuming darkness. I stumbled backward, terror flooding my veins.

Then— BOOM. A deafening thunderclap shook the walls. At the same instant, every light in the house blinked out, plunging us into utter darkness. Brea screamed behind me — the only one who couldn’t see. Sister Nora’s fingers began to glow faintly with the slow rising of her magic, but shadows pressed in from all sides. My breath hitched. The last time I was trapped in the dark like this… the memory clawed up my spine. “Stay close,” Draco murmured, already pulling me into his arms as the room filled with low warning growls and the soft shifting of wolves preparing to defend.

“It’s the only way, Damon. Don’t you want power? Don’t you want Killian to finally see you?” Damon hesitates. But he follows. The council gasps as the image widens for everyone to see. Selene tenses in the physical world, I can feel her fury like a heat rising behind me. Another door explodes. Damon holding a vial of dark potion. Morwein chanting. Selene smiling in triumph. A murmur ripples through the chamber. Another door. Damon breaking into my room in my past life. Damon dragging me through the forest. My own screams, echoing through his memory, my screams, not his. His breath hitches in the real world.

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

Sindra closes the door to the balcony behind her. During their travel to the master bedroom, Bel’Vonth speaks in a most uptight and precise tone. “What spell do you plan on doing, my child?” Sindra had to think for a moment, taking the time to ponder her thoughts among all the spells that she could do, only one suited her needs in the just cause set out by her mother. “Korupcia Mysle.” The daughter says in the tone of a slithering serpent of the night. The mother gleams with pride once she hears the name of the spell and while she walks a nod drip downward as if agreeing with her oldest. “A fine spell for what we need to do. Are you prepared to do it?” Sindra lets out a huff before her respo

She said with a wide grin, and continued. “By the way, Drake has been possessed by black magic and he’s also planning to attack the pack by sunset,” She said laughing widely but the looks on everybody’s face in the room was that of shock. Except the look on her face. “What?!” Damon and Elora screamed. Damon knew about their plan to launch an attack on the pack, but he didn’t know it was too soon. As for Elora who didn’t know anything about it, she became unsettled as she began finding ways to escape.

He was no longer the prince he once was, but a creature of darkness, driven by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. As the moon cast its eerie glow over the ancient forest, Hera's forces descended upon the castle, their numbers overwhelming the small guard that remained. They moved with swift and silent precision, their weapons gleaming in the moonlight. Damon, sensing the intrusion, emerged from the forest, his eyes burning with a fiery red light. He let out a guttural roar, his voice echoing through the night, sending shivers down the spines of Hera's forces.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.