Truth After Dark Chicago Novels & Stories

We exchanged a final, lingering gaze, silently vowing to endure the trials that lay ahead, knowing that our love would be tested but never diminished. Leaving the terrace of The Dorchester, we descended back into the shadows, ready to confront the storm that awaited us. The night sky above us remained a silent witness to our unyielding devotion, and we carried its quiet beauty within our hearts as we were ready to return to the tumultuous streets of Chicago, where duty and love danced on a precarious edge.

The silver mark at my temple flared hot. The city answered. Deep beneath Chicago— something woke up.

Grayson said as he walked past to find Coal. Maverick listened to Grayson's footsteps and waited until they were far enough away, then allowed Shade to come forward with him. “All right, Shade, do your thing. He has to be here,” Maverick said as the scent of smoke began to fill the room. There were two halls off the living room, one on each side of the room. Maverick turns left, choosing the hall leading West. In each room they enter, Shade looks for a spell hiding a room as he searches for another wolf's mind.

I entered with Mikhail as he rightfully placed his hand on my waist while leading me inside. The music, the chattering of people and the glamour was making it a huge event. I could see important personalities around. There were some eyes on me as we entered. Obviously they will judge me after seeing me with one brother at the last party and with the other brother in the next one. The eyes are screaming judgements but I did what I had to do to save my life, no one was there when I was crying for my safety. Mikhail was welcomed by Damon and Rafael. The trio is in the ninth sky after killing their father.

The Darkness: Clutching a mug of iced Americano, I watch as a group of women are laughing on their way to a truck. The purple-haired woman catches my attention, her laughter a jingle to my already wretched heart. From the sidewalk facing Chiara’s bakery, I can see all of them.

I whispered harshly. He squinted at me. “Is she why you suggested we come to Chicago? Fuck me, dude!” “No,” I lied. “I came here because you wouldn’t stop badgering me.” “YOU wanted to go to Chicago. My God, I never thought I’d see the day where Mack Craft would follow a woman five hours away, one that he hasn’t even obtained and claimed as his.” Oh, she was mine, in my own twisted head. I watched her slyly sit down on the extravagant sofa centered in the lobby, crossing her legs and setting down her shopping bags. She could have had a spotlight on her, she was so beautiful.

She wants to throw up and defecate, but nothing comes out. “What did you do to her?” Dark asked Trisha while holding the cup of coffee he brewed. He was in the kitchen earlier when he saw the impostor. Trisha glared at Dark. She still wasn’t happy about him, and he kept it all a secret from them at the beginning. She hurt her sister’s feelings. “That’s better for her. I won’t stay long.” Dark went away; he didn’t even stop the woman from leaving. She didn’t even ask about her real sister.

She glances back once, eyes wide as terror etched deep into her face. Something in the dark wrapped around her ankle and dragged her into the shadows. Her scream tore through my dream. I woke up with my claws half-formed, a low snarl vibrating my chest. The bond burned like a brand across my chest. For weeks I had stayed away deliberately. After the last attack, I knew the truth I had been denying, my presence drew danger. My darkness was a beacon, that called to things that hunted power. The longer I remained near the human realm, the more enemies would sense her.

He insisted my convoy stay outside the boundary if we needed to have a conversation, and I agreed on the condition that we would both have just one wolf with us. Their so-called home disappointed me. The floor was pure dirt and the walls of the mud buildings were cracked and old, even though they had done a good job of plastering it a different shade of brown. Inside Denver’s throne room, which was more like a sitting room, there was a throne-like huge chair facing the entrance, a smaller seat placed opposite it, and two couches by the side. Denver stepped in proudly with his only wolf guard and sat on his supposed throne chair while motioning for me to sit on the smaller seat opposite him.

The kind of place that smelled like sticky citrus and spilled beer, neon lights humming overhead, every booth stuffed with people who pretended tomorrow didn’t exist. Maya slid into the booth beside the girls. There was Tasha, already waving down shots; Lauren, with her quick laugh and quicker tongue; and Zoe, who always managed to charm the bartender into giving her free drinks. Across from them sat Ben, broad-shouldered and attractive in the obvious way, square jaw, clean-cut, the kind of guy mothers liked. And yet he’d never lit a spark in her. He had interest, plenty of it, eyes tracking her every move, but none of the dangerous pull she craved.