Pit X Dark Pit Novels & Stories

You’ll more or less be working 24/7, unless I have a lady friend over or something, haha … I’ll probably need you to vet them too, just a bunch of money hungry chicks out there. While he was talking he’d gotten up and gotten us a couple beers from a fridge in the office. Now that he was done, we both took long drinks at the same time. I pulled my tie loose and tried to gauge him, I needed to buy time and study him better. I said, “game of PIG first, I think that’ll tell me more than any questions I ask you.” He grinned, “let’s get another beer and do it!”

I was pinned by sheer force of will. Rhys did not even spare me a glance; I was beneath his notice. He addressed Gideon, his conviction absolute and his voice hard as tempered steel. "She is fully recovered, and she has proven she cannot be trusted in the living quarters. I will not have her polluting the Pack House any longer. She is a grave security risk, and she will be placed in the Black Pit until the tribunal. Before that, she needs to wear silver restraints at all times." The Black Pit. The name alone carried the terror of total, sensory deprivation. It was a cylindrical hole, twenty feet deep, lined with rough, unworked stone, reserved only for the most destructive rogues or captured

The bottomless pit yawned open like a chasm of nothingness, its edges shrouded in an impenetrable veil of shadow. The air around it seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality was warped and distorted by the pit's presence. The darkness within was so profound that it seemed to have a life of its own, a sentient entity that pulsed with an evil power. It was as if the pit was a portal to a realm where light had never existed, a realm where hope was extinguished and only despair reigns supreme. As Asmo gazed into the abyss, he felt his spirit tremble with fear. The pit seemed to be beckoning him, its silence screaming with an unspeakable horror that threatene

both tense while the rest of the staff leaves the place. “Dark…” Pit says when we are alone, he smiled at him and pointed to the chair in front of me, he walks slowly and sits down… “I-I'm sorry sir, he called out of nowhere and booked the VIP room, you never said that I couldn't…” I raise my hand to silence her and I look at Nisha, she's really a beautiful girl, her clear eyes fascinate me, her black hair highlights them and the innocence in her gaze catches me, she also has a nice body, no She's like the women I'm used to fucking, she doesn't look like Max's sexy and voluptuous body either, but she definitely has a beautiful body. Completely ignoring the fact that Pit is in front of me and

“Not the Pit, Vik. Please.” The Pit. A fissure in the ice, so deep the pack claims it has no bottom. They throw the weak there—the sick, the old, the ones who can’t keep pace during the Long Dark. Last winter, a boy with a twisted leg screamed all the way down. The echoes lasted longer than he did. I say nothing. Promises are for the weak. The Frostfang Pack We are winter’s bastard children.

Its flight was undeterred. It was headed towards a black pit within the void. The black pit seemingly swallowed everything that came into contact with it but it wasn’t a black hole, it was a very powerful entity that devoured anything that it could touch. As the golden entity approached the black pit, a low-pitched gurgling voice boomed out. “iMMorTAl!!!! yOu DAre!” The golden light stopped by the black pit’s center. The black pit grew in size and attempted to swallow the entity but the light that surrounded it became brighter, even brighter than the sun.

There is no visible bottom. “A pit,” Jax finished weakly. “It’s a pit.” The alley on either side of the pit was smooth—no handholds, no obvious workarounds. The gap stretched from wall to wall, maybe eight feet across. Jumpable, if you didn’t misjudge or slip. Above us, a camera drifted closer, eager. For one obscene second, a floating graphic popped into the corner of my vision from some overhead screen we couldn’t see: CLOSE CALL BONUS: PENDING…

Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite. The underling stumbled, losing his footing and sliding down a slope into a clump of trees; the package he'd been carrying slid in after him. He got up quickly and swiped, but Victor attacked his legs to unbalance him. Victor placed a paw on his throat and directed his thoughts to the underling's mind, "Yield." "You're not my Alpha," he replied, inner voice strained. "And I'm sure yours wouldn't miss one less pack member. Now yield."

“He could have been executed immediately, but I chose that he spend the rest of his days down in the dark dungeons. That was mercy.” I’d heard of the dark dungeons before—I knew that anyone thrown in there never makes it out. It wasn’t like any dungeon in a werewolf pack. They called it The Pit for a reason. The castle had an underground pit designed for the worst offenders, a place of torment and…finality.

Excited, I am about to run over to the nearest boulder when, suddenly, the ground gives way beneath me, and I find myself tumbling into a dark pit. Ouch, I whisper, standing up to reorient myself and brushing the dust off my clothes. Panic grips me when I realize that the pit is too deep and there is no way for me to get out by myself. The mouth of the pit has closed up again from what looks to be a cover of branches. It looks like it was a trap set for hunting animals and I have fallen right into it. Just when I am afraid I will start to hyperventilate from the fear of being trapped, I hear a groan.