The Dark Urge Novels & Stories

After mixing the herbs, Nass lit the candles, incense and swung the pendulum. "From across the planes I call they name Darkness blacker than night Come into my sight!" A feeling of dizziness and dread, terror and nothingness swept over her. The candles swiftly blew out as a foul and freezing air swirled around. "Who dares summon Darkness?" A shrill voice hissed. A misty darkness wavered before her. "'Tis I, Nassiri Dela Cruz." "What is it thou wishes?" "I would like to make a deal with you. All of my blood for some…dark tendrils that will do my bidding."

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.

The overwhelming urge to just be free to do what she wanted and to be forgotten had consumed her. "I told you before." He laughed, "No matter what you're mine and until I say otherwise you will remain mine." "Just kill my father if you want his men, why must you drag me into this?" Summer's voice had turned pleading and it disgusted her. "Just remember these words...." He breathed darkly, "I... will... find... you." A click on the other end of the line indicated that the call was over. With shaking hands Summer sat her phone back on the table beside her before looking to Asher who was still fast asleep.

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

Her screams shook the whole pack to its core. Every single soul in the pack could not pretend to have not heard a scream that loud. It sounded like one of pain and also a call for help. It’s been wreks now that Marissa had felt the pull of something sinister, a dark urge that whispered in her ear, urging her to embrace the violence that simmered just beneath the surface. It was an insatiable hunger, a desire that clawed at her insides, demanding release.

“No. That was me. Ever since I became this way, when I transform, I feel an overwhelming urge to be violent, to rip something apart. It’s like a bloodlust, an instinct to kill and maim. On the first night, I almost murdered two people until my conscience managed to penetrate the wolf’s and I was able to stop us. Over time I’ve learned to keep that darker instinct at bay. In the beginning I managed to fight it easily but the longer I suppressed my instincts, the scarier and worse the urge became. By not satisfying that desire, I found my aggression became pent up. The wolf became more unstable and started fighting my control over it. Even when I was in human form I found myself growing strong

Seeing her look at me like that makes me feel she can see my dark, dead soul. A soul that can never be redeemed. A soul that has embraced darkness. Yet, I can’t stop the sexual, dark needs roaming through me. I want to fuck her so bad that she’ll only scream my name. I want my cock buried inside her that she’ll think of no man except me and only me. Dima Kozlov. I want this petite, porcelain creature for myself. Only for myself. Shit shit.

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.

He wanted to have at least done one thing right out of all this mess him and his human caused. Urrale saw that the Dark One was about to lose this fight. If she let that happen she would have no chance of winning against her sisters or their coven they would strip her of her powers which would make her no more than a filthy weak human. She couldn’t allow that to happen she had to think of something. She thought looking around and spotting her sisters bag that they brought with them. There had to be something in it that could help her and the Dark One. Her eyes widen as she found a spell that would solve all her problem. She needed to work fast the Dark One doesn’t have that much time left.

I say to him with an intense look as I hold his hand to my cheek. He gazes at me deeply with his enchanting blue eyes and I give him a smile of encouragement. “ I loved her- her name was Aurora, she was a witch priestess, one of the most powerful ones, she loved kids and we were planning on having a baby when 'the Darks' made their first threat. 'The Darks' consist of dark vampires, dark witches and rogues with other coerced species as minions. I didn't take their threat seriously, as it is normal for them to initiate conflict, because basically, it’s their purpose to exist, dark vampires chose to live without emotions, dark witches chose to practice dark magic and the rogues went against th