Tales Of Dark River Novels & Stories

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

Even without genuine life, the blood still pumped, and infection and disease still set in and ate away at flesh. 'I heard one of them screaming,' Nathaniel continued, unsure as to why he bothered writing anymore. 'Yelling that there were demons in the water, reaching up like the souls of the dead. I don't doubt him, especially when he jumped. The sounds of skin tearing and bones breaking were enough to prove it.' Even on these balmy days, he could feel a chill. There were eyes in the dark and wraiths lurking in the cold of the shadows. Some of the crew refused to enter certain rooms. The stories they told got back to him. Beasts and voices.

She could hear his wolf loud and clear. The entrance plunged them into darkness. River fumbled for a small vial that hung around her neck, filled with a special concoction that would emit a faint, blue glow. Upon uncorking it, a magical light flickered to life, painting the dusty path ahead in an ethereal hue. They crept forward, Gonzalo's body warm and comforting against her legs. The chanting grew louder, echoing eerily in the confined space. With each step, a knot of dread tightened in River's gut. What were they doing to Rain?

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

The whole scene emanated an aura of danger, like stepping into a timeless fairy tale gone wrong. "The river," Declan began, his voice low but steady, "is haunted by the souls of exiles. They tried to find refuge on the other side but were consumed by the depths of this darkness." There was a weight in his words, a painful gravity that sent ripples through the air. "And what does that even mean for us?" Eva shot back, crossing her arms defensively. "How are we supposed to cross if it's a trap?" Her voice trembled, revealing the raw fear that had settled in her throat like a stone.

"A song, of course." "Isn't the song familiar to you?" I asked them because maybe there is a hidden message to it that would help us find the magical healer's son in this huge cave. Because if we only looked for him corner by corner, I think it would get us a very long time before we find him. River of Flames is a legendary place and very magical. It has a lot of secrets yet to be unfold. We do not know what is about to come to us, that is why we should keep our eyes and ears alert. "Wait... I think I have heard it–" Lucia stopped when the next moment, the entire place was filled with mist and I could not see anything aside from the white mist blocking my eyesight from seeing my surroundings

After all I have been through, this is how it ends, with me walking into the light at the end of the tunnel. “We cannot stay in the darkness forever,” River’s beautiful voice rings through the darkness. I feel something brush against my side. I to my side and see River standing beside me, her silver fur shimmering brightly in the light. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I sob silently into her fur. For a moment she just lets me hold her and cry.

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”