The Long Dark Story Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He stretched out with positive indolence, his eyes a pure glimmer of light below the luxuriant veil of his ridiculously long lashes. “One of my PAs from the New York office… Five-foot ten, red-headed... my perfect kind of sin,” Christophe confided softly, reflectively, his eloquent mouth taking on a sensual slant. “She was as wild and hot as I was. I got laid in my coffee break…” Frozen by appalled disbelief that he could actually be confessing to such behavior, Lara was welded to the spot. Her vocal cords were strangled.

My entire body lit up with intense pleasure, my toes curling tightly against the floor as the friction downstream became almost unbearable. He pulled back and shot me a stern look, his dark eyes locking onto mine before both of his hands moved down to his waist. He unzipped his trousers with an unhurried, agonizing slowness, unbuttoning the waistband with quick movements. He pushed the heavy fabric down his thighs, and his cock sprang free, long, thick, and brutally hard. My eyes widened, my breath hitching in my throat. It looked massive, easily over ten inches, with thick, throbbing veins running up the dark skin and shaft toward a deep pink tip. Is he really gonna fuck me with that?

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An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures.

And somewhere, deep in my bones, a voice, make, dark , rich, whispers, 'He’s lying.'

It shrouded the trees in an eerie silence and chilled their bones with an inexplicable fear. Luna's eyes locked onto Asher's, her expression serious. "Asher, I need to tell you something. Something important." Asher's gaze never wavered, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, Luna?" Luna took a deep breath before continuing. "The darkness that's been lurking on the edges of our world... it's not just any darkness. It's an ancient evil that's been awakened, and it's been hunting our kind for centuries."

Ely asked as he towered over her and Kim was curious. New room? She nodded and he kisses her again and then stood up and helped her to her feet. The man opened the walkin closet, the closet where both their clothes were, and Kim's mouth went agape when she saw him tap on a shoe and the whole of that wall moved. It revealed a dark room where everything from the walls to the furniture inside was black. “What's this?" She asked. “Our secret sex room," he said and laughed at the way she looked. She wasn't afraid. No. She had an intrigued air around her. She wanted to know what he meant and so, she walked in and didn't even realize when the wall slid back in place and they were isolated in their

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

“We owe her. I owe her. She was there when everyone else thought I was just the weird Pack Doctor with a haunted past. She didn’t run when I first started seeing visions. She didn’t abandon me when the first infection reached Moon Valley. She’s the reason I kept going after Mason. After the Alliance. After everything.” Marcus exhaled. “Alright. Then we go to the Ashwalkers.” “But not today,” Long said, her tone final. “Today, you rest.” Emma looked to Steve—and his silence was answer enough. He would follow her. He always would. Long turned away, her eyes drifting to the open skies. “You know… there’s a prophecy I never believed in. About a healer with fire in her blood and a crown in her sh