My Dark Vanessa Novels & Stories

“You’ve been given the chance to be loved by someone. Even if he’s the darkest, most intense, most brutal, most dominating and possessive prick in the entire world, that man loves you, and he will go through anything to protect you. Don’t delude yourself by waiting for the white picket fence, perfect husband and kids. People like us never survive in such boring, pure love relationships. We’re built for something darker…something more devilish. If you’ve got a chance at it, grab on with both hands.” I stare at her in shock. “Mason almost killed me today. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t.” Vanessa laughs. “Everyone sees it but you, Bebita. Everyone but you.” I’m still pondering Vanessa’s words w

I rasped. "Crystal." Vivienne answered. "Bring her to me." I said, my voice a dark velvet command. Vivienne waltzed towards her, and I watched as they exchange a few words. Her head lifted, her eyes searching the dark corner of my booth. Not long after, she was guided personally by Vivienne toward my seat. The curtain to my booth parted. She stepped inside, the scent of vanilla and lavender following her. Up close, the innocence was even more startling. She didn't look at the floor in fear, she looked at my chest, her chin tilted with a quiet, stubborn dignity.

“And when I do, I’m burning your entire world down, Miguel.” --- The black Mercedes was parked on the side of a lonely, winding road surrounded by dense trees. The sun had already set, and the only light came from the car’s dashboard and the occasional passing headlights in the far distance. Vanessa sat in the driver’s seat, fingers drumming restlessly on the steering wheel, her jaw tight. The low rumble of a motorcycle approached. She watched in the rearview mirror as it slowed and stopped right beside her car. The rider killed the engine and removed his helmet.

The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy. “Cinis cinerem. Pulvis sunt pariter!” we chant together and throw the potions. The banshee goes up in flames, burning for just a few seconds before she’s reduced to a pile of ash. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good vanquishing,” Tabatha says with a small smile. “Now, take me to my son.” We pour into the house, finding Evander lying on the living room couch. Lucas stands above him and wraps me in a hug the moment he sees me.

My vision is hazy from the pain, but I know who it is even without looking. Dominic. He shouts something, but the rushing in my ears mutes his words. I feel him hand me off, the solid mass of warmth disappearing and replaced by lithe arms I know too well. “Get her out of here. Take Madalynn’s car.” There’s a jangle of keys before I hear the rusty sound of the car doors closing. The engine roars to life. Tristan takes off without hesitation, the tires squealing against the asphalt.

his smile turns into a frown when the expectation does not become real “Ah! Right! This is your building. Haha! Do you know the biggest room? The awakening happens there” He claps his hands and more demons in black cloak appear “they’ll guide you… yeah, you might not need that, but for security! Now, will you excuse me. I found something interesting in the hallway” without further ado, the demon disappears again and left the mixed creatures in one room “I’ll give you an opening” one of the Lycans whispered and they all have eye contact indicating that they all came in the same idea “MISS!” The girl ignore the searing pain in her head and used her ability “re- red ice!” Lina didn’t control he

he said simply, his voice low and steady. Vanessa exhaled sharply letting the tension ease just slightly. “Good. Because tonight, failure isn’t an option.” Damien’s grin was naughty. “I like your confidence. Dangerous, sharp, untouchable. That’s my girl.” Vanessa didn’t respond. Her eyes scanned the night again with her mind already racing through plans, eventuality and possibilities. Their car approached quietly with the headlights cutting through the darkness. Damien opened the door for her like a defense between her and the world.

I'm carrying the next Alpha of the Blackwood pack. I looked at Zoe's taunting message on my phone screen and calmly replied with a single word: "Congratulations." Then I switched off my phone and walked to the window. A black SUV was parked outside the manor gates. I recognized the license plate. It was the vehicle Elder Slone had sent to pick me up. I picked up the small suitcase I had already packed, which contained only a few changes of clothes and a family heirloom from my mother. I was leaving everything else behind, including the lavish gowns befitting a Luna.

The doors opened. He ran. Inside the SUV, Vanessa fought. Instinct took over. Panic turned to adrenaline. Her elbow slammed backward into ribs. A curse exploded beside her. The hand over her mouth slipped. She bit down hard. Metal filled her mouth as someone shouted. “Hold her!” A sharp sting pierced her arm. Vanessa gasped. Her limbs turned heavy. No. No no no, her vision blurred. The last thing she saw before darkness closed in was the city disappearing behind tinted glass.