The Dark Urge Novels & Stories

"Beware the darkness that soon will rise." She got pissed, angrily she asked him. "What does that suppose to mean? Why don't you just tell me what do you want?" He smiled at her and spoke again. "The time will tell you and teach you everything about your future soon." Now he was getting upon her nerves. That's all he says, she can't understand a single word. She yelled at him. "What do you mean?" He didn't say anything for a minute then he replied. "Beware the darkness that soon will rise." With that he was gone in a flash. She initially cursed him. She looked around, she was all alone in a forest.

❤️ Disgraced (Part 1) ❤️ "Please, I beg you to stop." Raziah begged which fell on deaf ears, closed ears of Dark. "I am going to make sure next time you will do as I say without fighting it." Dark told her and proceeded to remove his trouser and bite her stomach hard. Drinking her blood made him go wide with desires. Raziah's eyes were blurred from her tears as she continued pleading. Seeing his huge di¢k made her beg for him to stop. That wouldn't fit in her.

He shouldn’t think about that. He wouldn’t. Reive stopped experimenting and delaying. Playtime was over. He snapped his fingers. The next moment, the Dark was roused, turning into an obedient animal. Nothing complicated. Just a black fog penetrating into the nostrils, ears and pores. A cloud blurring the eyes like a poisonous haze. A light and smoky haze. Thick and substantial. The guy who had wounded Reive fell first. He knelt, whispering something, tearing at his neck with his nails, scratching at his nose, as if trying to take an invisible clamp from it.

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

My hands tighten. My voice is a snarl and a plea. “Let me pull you out.” Power surges rises builds Then implodes. Darkness and gold swallow the room. Both of us are gone.

It's eyes shifted to the edge of the cliff, the edge of the dark realm. Many of the betrayers were thrown into it and never managed to come out. No one knows what is beyond the dark fog. But one thing for sure is that it trapped even the souls that fell in. The demon lord could feel the temptation to throw Hayes in. His purely red skinned arms and sharp black nails reached out, failing to resist the tingling sensation of revenge at the tips of his fingers while a small voice whispered into it's ear, telling it to do it. DO IT.

He said, flipping me to his side swiftly, my wide eyes immediately fell on him, he looked drunk on lust, his hands were running sinfully over my naked body, Although it was our second time I was still getting shy under his gaze, they were like the darker shade of his iris, holding need, craving for my body, longing for sex and most importantly, sin in his eyes. He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body.

The pain he should be feeling is overpowered by his desire for revenge, "I want my revenge, I’ll do the contract. I don't care if you take my soul." "The rules are simple," The demon started, "I will be on your side, fulfilling your wishes until you served your revenge. In exchange, I will feed on your soul, until nothing is left." Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything."

"I don't want a polite, respectable man who plays by society's rules and offers me safe, sterile affection. I want the man who survived Block C. I want the man who watches over me like a hawk, who claims every inch of my skin, and who carries a darkness deep inside his soul that no amount of sunlight could ever bleach out." Daniel let out a sharp, ragged breath - a sound that felt like a final, rusted chain snapping off his chest. His arms shot out, wrapping around Lukas with a fierce, crushing strength that lifted him slightly off the floor, pulling him so hard against his body that their ribs collided. Daniel buried his face deep into the crook of Lukas’s neck, his breathing hot, heavy, an

I'm not ready to have sex, please don't ask for that. "You know back before when you weren't you? When you were angry wolf Melody?" he asks me, I remember when the darkness had me, is that what he means, back when the darkness has taken control of me? "Back when I was living in darkness?" I ask him. "Yes, exactly, the darkness is called being rogue, it's a disease that took over you, do you remember much of what happened back then?" he asks me, I closed my eyes, remembering a lot of things, remembering the cold and darkness, and that I hate them, I never want to go back there.