The Dark Reunion Novels & Stories

Deadlier. But as the last of the second wave hit, Jace sensed something else, something darker, the trap wasn’t over. From the ridgeline, more shadows emerged. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. The Council hadn’t just sent soldiers. They’d sent their executioners. Rhett’s thoughts slammed into his through the bond, sharp and unyielding: “Stay with Mira. Don’t let her fall.” Jace bared his teeth, shoving another enforcer aside, and pressed back through the chaos until his shoulder brushed Rhett’s. They stood side by side now, bodies humming with shared energy, Mira at their backs as the next line of the Council closed in. This was it. This was the moment they lived or died together. Jace had no intenti

I couldn’t wait to hear the news of her death. Goodbye, my ex-mate. See you in hell. I felt content with myself before heading to the ceremony. The hall was beautifully adorned with golden banners, glowing torches, and lush decorations. The air buzzed with excitement as the pack gathered to meet their new Luna. The hall was packed. Amelia sat beside me, beaming with satisfaction. She believed this was her moment of triumph. “Thank you all for joining me today,” I announced. “It is my honor to introduce Amelia—my Luna.”

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.

"There's been talk—online chat rooms, coded messages. Referrals to a man with a grudge. A threat of retribution. Someone's agitating the embers." Helena's jaw set. "It's started, then. His influence is extending past the prison walls." Brenna's eyes narrowed. "Then we don't wait for him to take the reins again." "We take them back," Lily said, her voice firm. Helena smiled at that—vindictive, hard. "Yes. We take them back. The four of them stood there, not only as a family, but as a council of revenge and healing—two grandmothers who had lived through the legacy of monsters, a woman reborn from trauma, and a man determined to save what goodness was left of his name.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

I Sat back down and looked at my hands entwined with Irena's, she squeezed and I squeezed back, trying to comfort each other where words are useless. Everywhere was silent and we stared forward. Awaiting our doom. ¶•¶•¶•¶

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

I replied, meeting his eyes that had the darker shade by now. “Just wait for tonight, dove. I’ll make you regret over what you have just said,” This very threat of his always took me to cloud nine, that wasn’t a threat basically but a confirmation that I was going to be fucked until he would take the soul out of me and I fucking needed and loved it. “I’m…” A clearing throat trailed me from behind and we both turned that way. It was Brandon’s friend Paul with his wife and three-year-old daughter who had two pigtails and her face was reddened as she seemed to be sleeping earlier.

With newfound determination, she chose to face the challenges ahead, embracing the darkness as a canvas for her own journey. Back in the realm of the confrontation, Hunter clashed with The Reaper, facing the embodiment of darkness with unwavering determination. The dark tendrils reached out to ensnare him, but Hunter, drawing strength from the remnants of his shattered bond with Lin, fought back with fierce resilience. "You may have broken our bond, but the love we shared was real. No amount of darkness can erase that," Hunter declared, his voice cutting through the shadows. The Reaper, infuriated by Hunter's resilience, intensified his attacks. Dark energies clashed with the remnants of the

"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,