Dark Mayhem Novels & Stories

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

she added, quieter now. But even as she said it, the feeling wouldn’t settle. Hate was sharp. Clean. Certain. What sat in her chest instead was restless. Unfinished. Painfully human. Sera closed her eyes. Was it hate… or was it something far more dangerous to admit? .......................... Two nights later, Damian returned from the burial grounds with dirt still clinging to his boots and the taste of rain in his mouth. The sky had been heavy that night. Low. Pressing. Like it wanted to collapse with him.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

Then everything goes dark. **************************************************

The darkness felt like it lasted for a week, and when Amber opened her eyes, it was so dark at first that she couldn’t tell if she had her eyes opened or closed. Amber knew she wasn’t inside the truck anymore. She could feel cold, wet steel beneath her body. Amber also noticed that she was naked, and that something was clawing at the bottom of her right foot.

His eyes were still glowing but the murderous aura had dissipated. “ Dark?” she called his name to make sure. “ I am okay love. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil” said Dark. He untangled himself from her and drew her into his arms. “ I won't let him take you. You are mine” said Dark as he tilted her head and claimed her lips. He expected her to resist him but she did not. Marissa moaned into the kiss. This sent vibrations into Damian’s croutch. He led her to the bed and laid her down then he crawled on top of her and started kissing her again.

It manifested visibly, swirling around my body like smoke that wouldn’t dissipate. Some pack members leaned away instinctively. I saw fear flash across faces that had looked at me with trust just moments before. “I carry this darkness inside me,” I continued, forcing myself to speak despite the shame. “Bound it instead of destroying it. And sometimes, in my worst moments, it feels good. Feels powerful. Feels right.” I looked directly at Darius. “I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.”

Kyle Ambrose, whoever saw him, could clearly tell that he was just a playboy with a bad reputation, but he wasn't like that. Although Kyle seemed cold and arrogant, it wasn't like that. His bad reputation came from his countless sexual partners, but he could not escape his nature, he was a half-demon who fed on vital and sexual energy. His nature was always more reserved, even when he met Lee Ming, it might seem like he didn't have any feelings for him, but it was definitely not like that.

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.