Therapy After Dark Novels & Stories

Theron drove his blade into the heart of the darkness—not the shadows themselves, but the source, the core, the thing that was controlling them. The great hall shook. Bones fell from the walls, shattering on the stone floor. The throne of skulls cracked down the middle, and the crown on Sigrid's head pulsed wildly, dark light bleeding from the thorns. Sigrid stood. Her gold eyes were wide, her hands trembling. "Impossible," she whispered. "You are just a wolf. Just a mortal." Theron walked toward her. The shadows parted before him, unable to touch him, unable to stop him. His blade dripped with black blood that sizzled where it hit the stone.

But the moment she looked at me, she froze before immediately turning away. Her reaction caught my attention. Something was wrong. “How did this happen?” she asked, her voice carrying a strange note of disbelief, as though she had witnessed something terrible. “Priestess, what did you see?” I asked. “Darkness,” she replied. I stared at her, waiting for her to explain. What darkness was she talking about? “Alpha Thalos. You are the victor of Cambridge. You wiped out the vampires, the witches, and the humans, leaving Cambridge as a land ruled solely by wolves. But how did you allow yourself to become a pawn of the demon of the underworld?”

I simply patted Nythra's arm, calm as a sleeping predator, my golden eyes fixed on Thorne's retreating, limping figure. Before Thorne could take three steps, his communication crystal flared with a harsh, bright red light, freezing him in his tracks. My lips curled into a faint, deadly smile. In this entire courtyard, only I and Zyric knew the truth—that the urgent mental impulse hitting Thorne's crystal came directly from the spirit-healers at Silverfang Healing Hall. "Thorne Blackwynd! Your blood diagnostic results have just been finalized in the high vaults," the head healer's voice boomed directly through the crystal's speaker charm for everyone to hear. "I regret to inform you... your b

Lunar energy, divine and ancient and absolutely unforgiving, flooded through the connection. Thorne screamed. His black eyes widened in shock and horror as my light collided with his darkness. The two energies warred inside him, tearing him apart on a cellular level. Shadows peeled away from his skin like burning paper. The grayish pallor faded, revealing normal flesh beneath. "This is what you get," I whispered through gritted teeth. "This is what happens when you threaten my family." The dark magic inside him shattered under the assault. I felt it break apart, purified by divine light that left no room for corruption. Thorne's screams grew weaker, more human. The black drained from his eye

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Oppressive shadows closed over Viktor again. He inhaled again, this time ignoring the pain in his chest, and he welcomed the approaching darkness. And then it seemed to Viktor that streams of brilliant darkness ran like liquid obsidian across the crypt floor to pool at his feet before being sucked into his body as he began to shape his own spell. . Theodria's resuscitation ritual, done so many months ago, had awakened a lurking monster within her, a sinister latent force that had lain dormant for her entire life until she reached adulthood and fate brought her to life. town.

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

Though she wasn't born like him — a hybrid — she was a werewolf. He couldn't sleep afterward, something was awfully wrong with him. He didn't know what, but he didn't feel well. He felt physically tired for no reason at all but he knew it's because of Skylar and her cure effect, but being tired did not help him get any sleep, in fact, it did the total opposite.

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

“When you hear the thunder, you associate it with a memory. A terrifying memory you have of me.” I nodded. “Why don’t we try to replace that memory? So maybe next time, instead of remembering me in pain when you hear the thunder, you will remember me… in a different light.” “Like how?” “In bliss… in pure ecstasy,” he answered mischievously, his hands slowly moving up under my shirt. My eyes widened. “Zachary!”