Dark Mayhem Novels & Stories

And now… it’s starting. Everyone rushes around Callum. Warriors call for the doctor. Xander kneels beside him, trying to stop the blood. Ryder stands over them, his eyes locked on Callum’s face like he’s trying to read a message hidden in his pain. Damian doesn’t say anything. He just stares into the woods, jaw tight, hands shaking. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. Shadows? What does that even mean? And why are they after me? “Move!” Mira screams, pushing through the crowd. She kneels beside Callum and touches his face. “He’s burning up,” she says. “They used dark magic. A strong one.”

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

Dark Brood was a pack that lived by their own rules with a reputation for ruthless business dealings and connections to the underworld. "Who is this?" I answered firmly. “Is that how you answer the phone? I didn’t realize that the Alpha heir of Black Fang was rude,” Damian’s smooth voice greeted me. “You are lucky that I even pick up for numbers that I don’t know. So, I’ll ask you again, who is this?” I retorted. “It’s Damian Dark,” “How can I help you?” “It should be how can I help you. I've heard you're having some trouble finding someone,” Damian responded.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

"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.

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.