Urban Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

When they faded, he removed his hand and fucked me even harder. “You almost got us caught,” he growled with a dark smile. “You like the risk, don’t you?” I couldn’t answer. I was too busy trying not to scream.Before I could answer, he pushed two thick fingers inside me hard. I gasped, gripping the counter. The bowl of eggs nearly fell over. “Jax, please… they might hear,” “Let them hear,” he snarled, pumping his fingers faster. “Let them know how badly I’m fucking my new little sister.”

Inside a clean, modern apartment tucked above a noisy café in the city, Natalie sat on the floor of the living room with her legs crossed, her hands glowing faintly above a small silver bowl. Inside it were several strands of dark brown fur, some crushed leaves, and a drop of her own blood. The lights in the room flickered slightly as she chanted softly, her voice steady and low. "Turn the kind to wrath and fire, Bend his heart to cold desire. With every breath, his love shall die,

Liam teasingly rubs his pointed nose tip against my clit making me gasp sharply from the pleasure, and I turn my head to the side only to see that there is a cock waiting for my attention. Damien is patiently sitting next to my head with his fat cock out and in his hand, I give a dazed smile to the drooling cock. The head is swollen and bulbous, the entire cock is a masterpiece, big and veiny in his hand. Hungrily, I lick my lips, already knowing what I need to do.

~Darius POV~ The city pulsed around me like a living thing, all concrete veins and neon blood, but inside my apartment on the fifteenth floor of a crumbling high-rise in downtown Chicago, I was king of my own shadowed empire. Darius Kane, thirty-four, software engineer by day, architect of forbidden fantasies by night. The skyline glittered through my floor-to-ceiling windows, but I kept the blinds half-drawn, letting in just enough light to chase away the ghosts without illuminating my secrets.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

The flashing neon lights of the club blurred into streaks of color, the world spun wildly on its axis, and my knees gave out completely. Complete darkness swallowed me whole as I passed out cold against Jake's chest. The next morning, my eyes snapped open to a blinding headache. A painful, throbbing migraine hammered against my temples, making the bright sunlight streaming through my bedroom window feel like physical needles. I groaned, rolling onto my side, but stopped dead in my tracks. The heavy duvet was pulled down to my waist. I was completely naked. And lying right beside me, fast asleep with his bare arm thrown over my stomach, was Jake, equally naked, his smooth shoulders and chest

His palm rubbed over her ass and then his other hand joined, caressing and then spreading her with both hands until her pussy was spread wide. He positioned himself at her opening but paused, holding the tip barely inside. “I’m not going to be easy,” he warned. “Want you too much, baby. I’m having some pretty dark, caveman thoughts at the moment. This is going to be fucking. Crude, down-and-dirty hard fucking. When I’m done, then and only then, am I going to take care of you. But you don’t come until then. This is for me. After is for you.”

Morana's blushing face and panting breath were really beautiful in Daniel's eyes, the man looked at Morana as if he wanted to eat her right then and there. The monster inside him writhed as Daniel tried to suppress his innermost desires. After all of Morana's body stopped shaking and she slowly opened her eyes with a look in her eyes that was hard to digest, Daniel looked back at her as if he was dreaming and Morana was the object of his darkest dream.

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