The Darkest Places Book Novels & Stories

Aurora Brooks I was inside Alexander’s room. My eyes widened at the darkness filling it. Its style wasn’t like the other cheerful rooms. It looked like the room of a dangerous criminal who knew nothing about mercy. Black and gray colors, a bed covered in dark sheets. The moment I took my first step inside, his deep voice slipped into my ears and rooted me in place. He sounded so close I thought he had spoken from inside them. “Didn’t they teach you the manners of knocking on doors and waiting for permission?”

I married the mafia boss, the monster with the grey eyes. Things turned out exactly how you’d expect. My life is dangerous, it’s loud, and it’s filled with shadows. But every morning, I wake up to the feeling of his tongue or his hands, reminding me that I am the only person in the world who truly owns him. I'm not a victim anymore. I'm a queen. And I wouldn't trade my dark, delicious throne for anything in the world.

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

Chapter 59: The Gathering Storm The darkness was growing. It was a subtle shift, a creeping tendril that reached out from the shadows, threatening to engulf the universe. Liam and Xal'dar could feel its presence, a cold, icy dread that chilled them to the bone. They had returned to their home, a small village nestled amidst the ruins of the old world. The people there had welcomed them back as heroes, their stories of their adventures spreading far and wide. But Liam and Xal'dar knew that their respite was temporary. The darkness was coming.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

I felt light headed and the earth began to spin. Darkness clouded my vision and the last thing I saw was the moon up in the sky as red as blood. ***

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

The times I talked myself off the ledge of becoming another wasted junkie, fucking her life away. He has the darkest stupid fantasies of a little girl praying for a brave hero on a big fierce dragon to come and burn down the world to save her from her prison. He has it all. It’s like having a massive microscope and blazing light shone on your deepest darkest depths and exposing them to the world. It doesn’t feel good at all.

He was so nervous to the point where he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise with anticipation, his human form was his reasonable one, the one that analyzed and planned, away from the animalistic instincts, except the survival one. He understood the dangers of being in that dubious woman’s company, but he also knew that it was his only way out, let alone that the place was special indeed, for even though he was close t the Gods’ lands, the darkness in that place was one of the purest he ever sensed. The darkest shadows are the ones created by the brightest of lights, Joseph’s words returned to the shadow’s lord who found them to be the most accurate at that moment, the darkness beneath

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "