The Dark Novels & Stories

They orbited towards Dain, so thick and dense that after a few seconds, all I could see were the starry expanse of his eyes, and the whiteness of his teeth. “Darkness, capital ‘D,’ and darkness, lowercase, are two very different things.” He explained, not at all fazed by my mistake. A flutter began low in my stomach as I settled into the armchair, nestling in the blanket that smelled strongly of Dain. How easy it felt sitting here with him. So easy that it wouldn’t be hard to picture this as my room, his bed as our bed. I shook the tempting thoughts from my head, covering my torment with curiosity. “The Darkness and the White Bull are one in the same, manifest

What follows is a painful fall and then. DARKNESS!!! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

Stacie ended her pole dancing with a split, gaining a rousing cheer from the audience. It was a large audience that consisted more of men. Most of them were businessmen. Men of elegance and grace. El-Sol was the biggest nightclub in California and it hosts the most prominent of men with its fine services. Services like the one Stacie was rendering on the podium which was exquisitely illuminated by neon lights. Stacie gave a bow, making her brown hair cascade freely to her face. She was scantily dressed. Thin lace around her boobs. Pink-laced panties. A six-inches stiletto boots. Quite an arousing sight, alright.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

It stood on two legs but was too unsteady by now. Its eyes glowed yellow, fur black as the night and soaked in dark red blood, its pointed ears hanging limply, one of them half torn off, and the huge gash in its neck spurting blood all over the grass beside it. It looked at them a little mournfully but its yellow eyes still held a deep hatred and it glared at them maliciously. Up close, it looked similar to Anubis but its features were even scarier and wilder looking. Its fur was so dark it seemed like a living sheen of swirling darkness as it moved. It tried to steady itself but in a flash, Anubis knocked it down and began tearing at its neck and face until its yelps went silent and only An

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

No emotion, just darkness. "W-what…?"

But no one can guess, whether it's light or dark. As for Simara, she deserved to be punished for her careless behavior. The wolves may have tortured her for information, but she can disclose anything. Dark stopped feeling the pain and emotions years ago... It is not his thing, but Dark will make sure a few of them get killed by him. (Just for fun) He smirked. "Motherfu****s." He mumbled a few curses. The words rolled out from his tongue as he is so proficient in the art of cursing.