Novel & Cerita My Twisted Dark Fantasy

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

There is a small door on the floor where it's a way that goes down to where they make a prison area, an underground prison probably likes an underground dungeon in a fantasy tsk yeah Sachiko fantasy your ass. "Why are you here?" Endrich quickly ask after seeing us then Donna pointed me. "She wants to see the captives we have here" she answered. Atreyu just nodded when I looked at him so I walked closer to them. I suddenly felt nervous, with every step I took my heartbeat increased. Why does it make me feel like this? What is this means? The air is suffocating the heck out of me, the nervousness ate my whole body. "They are the rogues we caught" Atreyu pointed the two rogues looking so mess-

In seconds there were writhing masses of black fur all around on the ground. ‘What unholy hell is this?’ ‘That is the result of dark magic trying to force the soul of a man into the body of an unwilling creature. Their souls are dark because of such a twisted fate.’

Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”

The room is like some twisted dungeon—dark, sultry lighting, shadows dancing across the walls, soft red lights casting an eerie glow. My eyes scan the space, taking in the sight of a couple near the corner. A woman is bound to a St. Andrew’s cross, while a man and another woman caress her, their hands moving over her body like they’ve done it a thousand times. The sounds of moaning and skin slapping together fill the air, making it thick and stifling. But then, my eyes snap to Dante’s face, that cold determination etched into every line of his expression. He’s watching me closely, urging me to understand, to listen to whatever twisted logic he’s trying to sell. He's begging me to listen and

His voice echoed. I kept moving backwards till my back hit a wall. He towered over me, and my whole body shook in tremors. This wasn't the man I married. A feeling so dark and frightening engulfed me, it was like my whole body was paralyzed with fear. The aura that emanated from him made my legs wobbly. He leaned in and whispered in my ears." You're stuck with me, Sally. It's till death does us part. If you want a divorce then you'll have to kill me first."

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

Tendrils of darkness reached out, coiling around the chamber, seeking to ensnare them. Ethan, drawing his sword, charged forward, engaging the tendrils in a fierce battle. His blade, imbued with the light from the guardian warrior, cleaved through the darkness, momentarily severing its grasp. Maya, her connection to the key pulsating with power, focused on channeling the light within. A radiant beam erupted from the key, pushing back the darkness and momentarily illuminating the entity's true form. It was a grotesque amalgamation of shadow and malice, devoid of any recognizable form. A maw of pure darkness gaped within it, emitting the horrifying screech that assaulted their senses.

I dig my fingers into his back as he pulls my hair, grips my hips, and fills me to the brim. We orgasm together, a haze of gasps and whispered promises of blood and violence and something more. When I finally collapse, exhausted, I lay in his embrace, his massive arms wrapped around my little body. He breathes like a bear, content, smiling to himself. I grin, enjoying the heat of him, but something bothers me. The darkness in this place. The sins. I don't know what that means, but I know it isn't good. Eros has done things, horrible things he's keeping from me, and he might do even more.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.