Light Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

He pulled me closer and started to lick the blood oozing out. At first I was disgusted and resented his touch but unexpectedly, as the seconds passed, the pain lessened. It wasn't gone but it didn't hurt like hell. The burn slowly subsided. Gradually, I began to relax. Not because I wanted to but because my body felt numb and weak. He continued to lick my blood clean while my eyelids became heavy. Soon after I was consumed by the very thing that defined the Prince. Darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prince Phoenix's POV

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

As they pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, and Luka whispered, "Together, we've faced darkness, and together, we'll find our way back to the light." And so, their love story continued, a symphony of passion and sacrifice, woven with threads of loyalty and desire. Luka and Light were two souls bound by an unbreakable bond, driven by a shared purpose and a love that could withstand even the most formidable trials. In their hearts, they knew that their journey was far from over, and whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side, as partners in both love and revolution. Amidst the tapestry of life's intricate threads, some stories unfold with a complexity

Tiene los ojos de un asesino. Adam I lay on my back, staring at the night sky; I had no comfort of a warm blanket or soft bed. Rather than having civilian luxuries, I was on the desert ground, using a rock as my pillow. Like most nights, it was cold, and I couldn't sleep. I looked at the stars with boredom. As a child, I enjoyed looking at the stars while camping with my mother and father. My mother used to tell me stories about the stars and how the constellations danced across the skies, and I was always amazed. Now, I could care less about the stars; they no longer captivated me when I was freezing from the cold.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

She could feel the intense heat that made her hair damp, and pieces of the ceiling and pillars continued to crash down, yet neither paid attention to any of it. Their focus remained on the person standing before them. The dark energy surrounded the colorless crystal at the tip of her magic weapon until a deep red glow flared from it. Each pulse of dark energy drained what little strength she had left. "You will regret ever stepping in my territory!" she said, not hiding her barely contained anger. After all, this man was the one who led the army of beasts to attack her. Not only that, the army wasn't only made up of werewolves; it had those who possessed elements just like him.

Dual purposes mounting and fighting against once another; aimed at Odessa in the room’s center. The elder’s hands begin to shake, the fight isn’t easy, the battle she waged is one that has no guarantees. Her bag opens by itself and an assortment of herbs she had collected begins to drift around the circle, seemingly carried by a breeze. As the dried herbs are crushed in the air, they sprinkle around the circle, binding the dark energy attached to Odessa.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

A tyrant disguised as a family man. She stayed there, curled up on her bed, her gaze lost in the void. With the curtains drawn, the room was bathed in a ghastly light. The air was heavy, almost suffocating. And the silence… oppressive. --- On the evening of the third day, the door slowly opened. Rhonda entered the room, her face lit with a chilling, mocking, almost triumphant smile. Seeing Chantelle, curled up on the bed, her face swollen, reddened from crying, she let out a contemptuous little laugh.

Kylie freeze, this is the first time James talked to her like that but hearing the word divorce she gets afraid. "She didn't want to live like a poor again. After so much effort she becomes James's wife. Just to bear his child she drugs him and traps him after getting pregnant. So she can't get her efforts waste like that." She thought. And immediately went back to her room and gives a pendant to him. James was blind, he took the pendant and immediately called Ray Green, "mister Ray I already prepared for the conference tomorrow. I hope you and the boss will be present there so we can sign the deal in front of everyone."