The Dark Triad Book Novels & Stories

When the second body falls to her feet, she looks up at me, blood dripping down her chin, and her eyes slowly returning to her normal colours, though the red one only changes by a shade or two. “She’s a vampire?” We both turn to face the cell and I smirk at Xavier, “she’s a tribrid.” He scoffs, and all three of them shake their heads in disbelief. Aurora wipes the blood from her face with the back of her hand and glares at all of them. “I’m also your queen, so show me some fucking respect.” Fucking Nyx, she’s perfectly terrifying. Xavier’s pupils dilate in horror under her hardened gaze and the other two shrink back, avoiding her eyes.

Everyone in all the nine werewolf packs knows just who he is because, unlike his friend, he is a philanthropist and a good man. He is the exact opposite of Ares and rumours have it that he is the only reason, Ares has not burnt the nine kingdoms to the ground yet, he is the only one keeping the man sane. I don’t know how long I have been staring at him, I just know that his dark hair compliments his pale skin and his large muscles, that flexed under his arms anytime he moves captivates me. But nothing attracts me more than his eyes, they are deep brown and stand out boldly among his features.

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.

They'd made their choice when they decided to betray the Black Rose, when they'd chosen to turn their weapons on their own. She'll be okay, I told myself. I would make sure she got out of here, alive and whole. Jude deserved the world, deserved to be happy in ways I could never give her. I was filled with darkness, steeped in it so deep I didn't know where it ended and I began. I was dangerous, a weapon that had been sharpened and honed until killing was as natural as breathing. And I didn't know what I wanted for myself anymore. A man lunged at me from a doorway, his fist swinging wild. "You fucking bastard!" he snarled, spit flying from his mouth.

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.

“What else was I ever meant to do? Work in an office? Come and ask you out for a date, and pick you up from your little job? Would you have even looked at me twice Taylor and be honest with yourself. I sparked your interest because of what I was.” “I didn’t even know who you were then.” I reminded him. “You knew I was dangerous; it was forbidden and that’s what attracted you to me. The light in you needs my darkness, same as my darkness needs your light.” his fingers went back to smoothing over my skin. “We need each other to survive and thrive. And anyway, you don’t need to worry about such things. as long as you are mine, completely and utterly mine then even if I was taken out of the pic

This took a lot of weight off not only my back, but also the entire wizards and sorceress community. And you, dear reader, I hope that with this story, you will look a little more favorably on this darker part of our supernatural world. I know, probably most of you do not believe in its existence, after all, as the world changed, people began to forget that magic surrounds them everywhere, but I hope that this story will help you one way or another. Maybe it will give you hope and faith that love really has tremendous power? Because I tell you, even the greatest of dark magic bends when love emanates from the heart of any being. When other spells fail, love has the strength to overcome the f

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙

, she continued mumbling, and for the millionth time I wondered again why the Dark Lord trusted such an important job to this blithering idiot. However, I knew that the Dark Lord wanted the witch. In fact, I knew what the stupid little she-wolf did not. Dragana was a Tribrid, one of the most powerful creatures to walk the earth. And if my information was correct, she was somehow related to the Dark Lord himself – how, that I still did not know. But I knew that he was obsessed with her, that all of our plans, all of this was centered around her. I knew that our new ally Verena wanted her too. It was a tug of war between her, a strange creature of mystical powers with an army of monsters, and

Were they born to be so sadistic? “I felt it when you got close to Eyolf. The connection was so strong for me to take in. That’s why I was able to locate you.” “You felt our bond,” I whispered. “Yes, I did and from what I can see, Ragnulf hasn’t noticed it yet, huh?” “Yes, he hasn’t noticed it at all.” I looked down at my feet, hoping he wouldn’t find out. If he does, I’m doomed. I had three mates which were triplets and alphas.