Tales Of Dark River Novels & Stories

The torches hanging from the arched ceiling did not to illuminate his gloomy and dark figure. “ Darnon?” A faint smile appeared on his lips. “ It is good to see you returned safely.” Estelle raised an eyebrow. Why is he talking like she's in danger. Darnon inclined his head. His dreadlocks hid his side profile. As if sensing her confusion, he explained. “ Ah well... There have been increased rogue sightings recently." Her expression shifted. "Rogues?" The man nodded. "Unfortunately." The warmth in his expression faded slightly. "Several packs have been spotted near Frostveil's southern borders."

Dan opens another beer and drinks half of it in one go. They talk about safe things likes, places they have gone. “I once had a very nice time, water cave diving out in Bali” River says smiling and looking out the window. “Time sure is odd, isn’t it? Just last week, I thought everything was rosy and now. Hell, I don’t know what the hell happened!” River says waving her beer bottle through the air.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

I urged, listening keenly. Her voice trembled as she continued. “But now, it's tainted. The water's poisoned.” She spat. Interesting. “It's turned black in places. Animals are dying, Bella, people are falling ill.” The fuck! Ryan? Hell no! My heart sank as she dropped this bombshell. Ryan? Come on! I raised an eyebrow, my gesture seeking a better explanation. “We believe Ryan's using dark magic to poison the river. Each death strengthens him.” She warned. Oh my! This is… damn!

She saw the grass and trees, and darkened shadows of the woods flash past them, his deep panting breaths pounding out viciously as he ran like the wind, trying everything he could to wrench her free of his mind and be rid of her. She wrestled his mind and the ensuing tussle caused the body they were inhabiting to falter. Its steady stride began to lose its footing and slow just as they approached a dark, shimmering lake ahead. The body’s legs tangled and it fell hard and almost rolled its way forward. For a moment, Georgia’s heightened senses were rocked as she saw tumbling views of grass, trees, and then the sky before the body they shared came to a crashing halt at the edge of the lake.

Then when she couldn't remain calm anymore she had attempted to escape. Then what? She tried to push through the haziness that hid what happened next. Flashes appeared, she ended up outdoors, there was a tree, Asher appeared, then...DRUGGED! It hit her like a ton of bricks as Asher's warning surfaced. He had come to tell her about Sarah's plan to drug her then everything went black until the moment she woke from her nightmare. Summer wrapped her arms around herself. Just the thought of not being in control and not knowing what happened in-between consciousness made her physically sick.

Harlow knew she was nothing like a wolf; she feared the dark more than anything; maybe that had to do with her recent experience of not being able to escape it. This Hospital room is a chrysalis in the worst of ways, for here she was melted down to liquid and reformed into the butterfly, conscious and feeling the process at work. That was supposed to happen; Harlow was supposed to have been awake by now. However, she was lingering in the sheer darkness of her mind, a suffocating place. Everything around her felt just as dark as her thoughts that she felt every day, but when she was conscious, she had the option to push them to them deep down; here, in the realm of her dark mind, she couldn't

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

If you don't I would force you," Dark threatened. "You can't force him, your not the only one with powers here. Ravage said. He was more of the calm one than Dark. Literally dark is more difficult and devious. "Enough! Both of you," I roared pushing them both to the back of my mind. From the corner of my eyes I could see the river glowing. I couldn't help but turn back and I met the most mesmerizing scene I have ever seen.

Alpha Lorenzo The week had passed by in a strange blur. Everything seemed perfect on the outside—smooth and predictable, like a river gliding over rocks. But beneath the surface, I felt an uneasy current pulling at me, something I couldn’t explain. I had dreams, nightmares really, that wouldn’t leave me alone. Each time I lay down, the same scene would unfold: the River of Blood, a dark crimson flow that seemed endless, pulling me in and suffocating me. Then the pain would hit.