Romans & histoires The Dark Urge

And dripping wet. I knew I was doomed. I held myself as I looked at her, cooing at her and allowing her to get adjusted to my size. Soon, she gave me the go ahead to move and I immediately pulled out and slammed into her again, cussing at the feeling. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” She was wrapped so tightly around me and I could not help but keep going back and forth into her. Hard. “Carter. Please.” She begged. “That’s it baby, beg for me. Beg me to make you come.” Fuck she was so addictive.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

Tommy urged, his voice tinged with urgency as he propelled Andrew towards his friend. The eruption of dark power had not only unleashed chaos upon the battlefield but had also ignited the dormant darkness simmering within Andrew. With each stride he took towards Diana, he felt the tendrils of malevolent energy wrapping around him, infusing him with newfound strength. The darkness surged through his veins, intertwining with sensations of pain, anger, and an indescribable something else that clawed at his essence.

Urrale questioned, the dark one. “Because that was your fight, it had nothing to do with my goal. I could care less about what your plans or goals are. You are only a vessel to me you were fulfilling a part of my plan so I allowed you to be in charge. But now you are wasting time and you have failed at finding your grandmother. Now I need to get a vessel that will be strong enough to get rid of those wolves so I can finally kill my sister. Now let's go, we don't have much time.” The Dark one said. “I can't, I'm not fully healed, we can't do anything until the rest of my body is back to normal.” I said shaking my head looking at the lower half of my body. Urrale heard a frustrated sigh, as h

A growl rumbled through the realm. My breath hitched. That wasn’t Kaelen. That was the wolf. The corrupted version of him. The monster the seer had forced forward. A creature made of darkness, rage, and hunger. I took a step forward— And the world trembled. Something massive crawled out of the shadows. Silver fur. Black veins. Eyes as dark as an abyss. The Dark Wolf. My mate’s wolf… twisted. Its lips peeled back in a snarl. A sound that rattled the stones beneath my feet.

He extended his hand for her to take and she noticed how he is testing her obedience every second, it felt like if she doesn't agree then he will worsen it. She hesitantly placed her small palm in his large one and he led her towards the room. Marona looked at him confused when they entered the dark room. She was calm until he switched on the lights and her eyes widened in horror. It was a room filled with sexual equipment. She didn't know that he is involved in dark stuff like this. She quickly pulled her hand away from his hold and stepped back. "No!" Her head shook in horror. Mikhail grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer and she tried to step back from him.

Silas Thorne had used his own wife’s death to finish the job of turning his son into a monster. Dark didn't just hate her father because of the accident. He hated him because her father had inadvertently finished his father’s work. A shadow moved in the hallway. Iza scrambled to pull the drive from the port and tuck it back into her robe. She moved to the sofa just as the doors slid open. Dark walked in. He looked tired, his blazer draped over his arm. He looked at her, his eyes scanning the room, landing on the media screen. "Are you watching the films I picked for you?" he asked, his voice low.

“All I want is to find out who I really am. I… I don’t want to lose myself.” “You won’t,” she said. “Since everyone wants to play games with me…” I exhaled slowly, “I’ll show them who the best player is. Vengeance is what I need.” “Then embrace me.” I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. “I’m ready.” The air shifted. The void took shape around me, becoming something ancient. There, I let the darkness creep into my body. I gasped as fire surged through my vision. My bones cracked and stretched. Claws erupted from beneath my skin—

“It is the only wound deep enough to break the Alpha of the Scarred Red Pack. He treasures his family.” “You are dismissed,” I said, uninterested in further conversation. Darkness is not the devil. It is my light. My mother’s death burned every trace of mercy from me. I became ruthless. Brutal. Sometimes the urge to destroy overwhelms me. My wolf is the strongest of its kind. I abandoned the search for my mate long ago. I am convinced I was never created with one.

a deep baritone voice said from the shadows. I jumped, nearly hitting the wall. A guy was leaning against the bricks near some old crates. He looked like he’d stepped out of a movie—pale skin, sharp features, with a cloak that dramatically billowed in the breeze. He stepped forward into the dim light and I froze. His features were perfect, almost etched from marble. Long, dark wavy hair cascaded down his back, framing a sharp jawline and blood-red lips. But his eyes were what got me. They were dead. Just pitch-dark voids that didn't reflect a single spark of the neon lights from the street. I was freaked out, but I couldn't look away. My skin prickled with a weird kind of intrigue.