The Dark Urge Novels & Stories

Mateo stood up and slowly walked in front of Clementine. Clementine then didn’t know what to do. She suddenly panicked because Mateo’s aura became dark. She gasped when Mateo stopped in front of her and suddenly touched her chin. She rested her back on the couch and looked up at Mateo. “You are naughty, miss Lichter. Do you know it?” Mateo put his arms to the side of Clementine and gradually brought his face to her. He stopped when it was only an inch away from Clementine’s face. He could see the mixed feelings in Clementine’s eyes. She was excited yet terrified as well.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

Letting go completely, I wait as I feel the shift happening, and I’m pulled aside entirely so I can watch the darkness begin to squeeze Diego’s wrist until the smell of burning flesh fills the room. ‘No!’ I gasp, understanding what it intended to do. ‘You can’t!’ ‘Why?’ The darkness snarls, continuing to attack. ‘This is what he wanted, no? Then I will gladly show him until he...' ‘No!’ I repeat more firmly, causing the darkness to stop and let out a growl of frustration. ‘That’s enough.’ This was what he wanted, right? He wanted to see me lose control. That was the reason he has done everything that he has until this point.

I felt alive in a way I had never experienced before, the darkness wrapping around me like a warm blanket, inviting and seductive. “Tell me what you want,” The Watcher urged, his breath hot against my ear. “What do you crave, Anya?” “I crave everything,” I gasped, my body arching against him, desperate for more. “I want to feel the darkness inside me, to let it consume me.” His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding me as we moved together, each thrust igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both.

“Not yet. But I will.” Something about his words felt like a promise, and I found it impossible to ignore. I hated that it stirred something inside me—anger, yes, but not only anger. Something darker. Something dangerous that I didn't even want to think about right now. Or ever for that matter. I forced myself to stand tall, to keep my voice steady. “Do me a favor and stop trying, alpha Dorian. Because whatever you think you’ll find, you won’t.”

The casual way he spoke about killing his own father made ice crawl down my spine. “You give me an heir,” he continued, voice thick with lust and power, “and I’ll give you the entire kingdom.” His hand around my throat loosened slightly, only for his fingers to trail down, brushing over my hard nipple through the soaked robe. I trembled, biting my lip hard to stop the moan threatening to escape. I was terrified. I was disgusted. Yet, the thought of being completely his, publicly and shamelessly made something deep inside me ache with dark longing.

"I don't want anything except your life, Ms. Somner." I wanted her to suffer inhumane torment before descending into the depths of hell. I wanted her to stay there for eternity. … Gerald had his back to me as he smoked a cigarette. There were already several cigarette butts scattered at his feet. I sat on the couch and played with some photos. Gerald sounded tired as he said, "What exactly do you want, Lucy? I've already called off my engagement to Rachel, as you've instructed. The board of directors is out for my blood now."

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.

This wasn’t control. This was worship. He was starving and she was the only thing that could feed him. “Stay,” he rasped, his forehead pressed against hers, fighting against his darker urges. “If you move—” “I won’t,” she whispered, eyes glassy, lips swollen. Good girl. The thought made him ache with shame and arousal. He left for a moment, retrieving the bar, cuffs, the plug, the soft silk gag. His hands were steady now, terrifyingly steady, as if some darker part of him had taken over, whispering: Give her what she wants. Show her what it means to belong to you.

Fear and something electric twisted together in his gut as the darkness consumed everything sight, saf ety, resistance. He was completely, utterly at Cove Voss’s mercy. And the nightmare had only just begun.