A Touch Of Darkness Hades Novels & Stories

He had no ounce of fear even though he was outnumbered. “You look so confident.” He had to ask. “Because I am stronger in my domain.” His eyebrow twitched. “In your domain?” The rest had blank expressions. As far as they know, this place was Amino’s territory. Hades was the intruder that they found while returning to their base. What drug did he smoke? “Darkness…” The idea popped up inside Elijah’s mind. The rest was quick to understand. This darkness was different from normal as well. This was created by Hades hence, it was Hades’s domain even though he was inside someone else territory. His sentences were quite accurate.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

This exchange involved the Zura, and it was orchestrated by the High Council and the enigmatic High Priest, the guardian of ancient rituals, mystical knowledge and political fights. Within the hidden chambers of power, the High Priest held a delicate and intricate arrangement with the leaders of the various supernatural nations that coexisted within the realm. This pact was based on the provision of an equal number of Zura from each nation, a balance that was crucial to maintaining harmony among the supernatural beings.

Left with no choice, Zadicus moved to the ground, resting his hand there, making a disquiet face and kicking Persephone’s leg to stumble on her. “Dwell in monstrosity, eradicate all light- Darkness!” A darkness began to emerge from the ground, overcoming Persephone’s fire. Zadicus moved back, countering the embers as the Darkness began to burn Perspehone’s skin, making her groan in pain which Zadicus didn’t like. He was hesitant to cast any strong spell, to fight her but to stop him. She was going all out. “I am saying this again, Persephone. Stop.” Zadicus whispered sorrowfully but she evoked her flames, moving her around her in circles, stopping the darkness.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

He made a small pie chart and divided the circle in four regions. “This.” he pointed to one circle and started digging the area more. “This is Tartarus. This is where the worst transgressor resides. Most of the sinful. The damned. The ones who can’t be saved. This is the deepest level of the underworld. its where the Hades resides as well.” He said. me and Asher looked at each other. Okay, this place is out of question then. We don’t want to mess with the Hades jurisdiction. “Second comes the field of mourning, the one we just crossed. It is the place for those who are hurt by love. Love is the most twisted curse.” I could feel he was more of talking to himself than us.

Vanilla watched as Darkness regarded everyone with his gaze, she could hear the girls behind her mummering about how terrifying Darkness was. She almost chuckled, but they were right, she had never seen his terrifying side before, Vanilla was used to his nonchalant self, not the Darkness who looked just like his name, Dark, terrifying and evil. He had been linient with her. Vanilla couldn't keep her eyes off him, his eyes suddenly snapped to hers and their gaze met. She froze, unable to take her gaze from his red orbs. Instantly, his shadows retracted, Vanilla almost gasped, he had on nothing except a sweatpant.

we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion "I am the actual son of Zues so I'm more qualified to be Emporer than someone who's bloodline is so diluted but if you hand over the crown right now no one will get hurt" he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet."

He found the most pain and bitter heartache. "It will be alright," Emilio commented. Daylen opened his eyes. His vision was hazy, clouded by the tears. Yet he could make out that nothing was going to be alright. The light of his life was gone, condemning him to a life in the dark. From that moment going forward he would have to make peace with darkness if he wished to survive. The rest of his life was written in black and white ink. Without color and happiness. Daylen sensed Syvan's presence. His heart tightened in pain. The scent that allured his heart, body, mind, and soul once now filled him with hatred.