Therapy After Dark Novels & Stories

Malleteagan’s POV Thersar looked as if he was in the same thrill that Kandreah was a few moments ago. I forgot that he is a necromancer fae elder, too. A few vampires sent to pass the pavement waved to us from the other side. They seemed safe and sound. As soon as they passed, smoke on the pavement ebbed, pentagrams reshuffled to their initial, indecipherable position on pavement and fire and flames of pentagram dimmed and disappeared. We would be in the dark again if Thersar hadn’t provided us with the flame from his fingers. Kandreah got back to his…well…I wouldn’t say normal…but to his usual self.

“Our future Luna had put on an event for single wolves to meet on our territory. It was like a celebration of our sister pack reopening their borders. Anyway, some of the guests were hurt, killed even. We have no clues as to what happened, and the remaining victims aren’t healing. There’s no evidence of silver or wolfsbane and so far, no clues have been found to suggest who was behind this. My Alpha, Daniel, asked me to do some tracking which is how I found you.” Thalia was silent after Kade finished. Her fork was toying with the rice on her plate as she thought over what her mate had told her. It certainly explained why Kade looked like shit. He had been chasing a ghost and now he had his p

This was far beyond my knowledge. After a few minutes, Thalia arrived. She moved quickly, eyes widening at the fading glow of the mark on Amara’s palm. After observing her for a while, she turned to stare at me. “She’s stable now,” she reported. “There’s no residual dark magic. As for the mark… I’m not sure why it changed.” I nodded at her, my gaze never leaving my mate. “When will she wake up?” I asked. “When she is ready.” “Let this stay within us,” I said quietly. “And when you find out more, you must tell me in person.”

The day after I fled the Silverfrost pack with Cayden, Theron completed the bloodline infusion ritual for Dexter. It drained him completely, leaving him bedridden and weak, so he stayed in the pack hospital to recover for an entire month. Every day, Lyana showed up with Dexter and stayed by his side day and night. She cared for him attentively as if she couldn't bear to be apart from him. A month later, Theron finally regained his strength. Seeing his improved complexion, she gently said, "You're finally better, Theron. For this past month, I've watched over you day and night, utterly terrified that something might happen to you.

The remaining wolves crawl along the ground like smoke behind him, moving into amother attacking formation. He sees Leah in my arms, and his jaw tightens. “That’s the witchcraft. It’s feeding on her!” I grit my teeth. I know he’s right, I can feel it through the bond. Something dark has its hands in her. Something I can’t fight with physically. “Then tell me how to stop it!” I snarl. Theron shakes his head, breath ragged. “If I knew, I would have already.” He slashes at a wolf that comes too close, his claw cutting through it's throat like paper, but the creature reforms, its black eyes still locked on us.

He was teaching her that frustration could be a form of ecstasy. The night of her final corruption, he led her to a chamber she had never seen. Its walls, floor, and ceiling were made of polished black obsidian, reflecting everything in a million fractured images. A single shaft of moonlight fell from an opening in the ceiling, illuminating them in the mirror-like darkness. “Look,” Theron commanded, turning her to face one of the walls. Her own wide, innocent eyes stared back at her, but beside her reflection was his, a creature of devastating darkness. “Watch what I do to the pure-hearted healer. Watch yourself become mine.”

My stomach drops, tearing the envelope open too quickly, the paper slicing across my thumb. “Shit,” I hiss under my breath. My hands are shaking as I pull the card out of the envelope because there is only one reason Darkthorne sends black envelopes sealed with the silver crest. Mating ceremonies. My pulse pounds violently in my ears as I read the contents of the card. My breath hitches and the acid in my stomach rises to my throat and I feel like I’m physically going to be sick.

Headmaster Alistair’s posture stiffened, his stern facade cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of unease. [ Dean Thorne: [ His voice sharp, cutting through the tense silence ] "The student Lila is currently receiving advanced treatment at a secure medical facility. Her condition is a private matter, under Council jurisdiction." ] [ Bima: [ A short, bitter laugh escaped his lips, devoid of any humor ] "A 'secure facility'? A 'private matter'? Don’t insult my intelligence, Dean Thorne. I know what’s happening. I know about the harvest. I know about the anchors. And I know that your 'advanced treatment' is a lie, built on stolen life force. On the suffering of my sister." ]

Draven asked, sounding impatient. “For now, I’ll ask our Healer to channel some soothing energy. However, that’s only a temporary solution that merely alleviates her physical pain,” the doctor sighed deeply. “The Dark Moon’s energy is parasitic. It will keep resurfacing and tormenting Alice every time that source of dark energy flares up out there.” There was a brief pause before the doctor continued in a softer voice. "The only way to eradicate that darkness is to replace it. Alice needs a more dominant ‘counter’ force. You must mark her and claim her as your mate in full, Alpha. Without a new bond to protect her soul, that dark energy will keep returning and destroying her from within."

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.