Army Of Darkness Novels & Stories

His massive body seems to swallow the light around him. He wears heavy, overlapping armor forged from dark, obsidian-like metal that seems to absorb the gate's red glow. Spikes of jagged black iron rise from his shoulder guards, resembling the curved fangs of a beast. Caked across the metal is the ash of a million dead souls, and dragging behind his feet is a jet-black, tattered cape, covered in the same ash as the metal of his armor.

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

"What now?" Shadowy figures were rising out of the swirling darkness. Not wolves. Not human. They were something else. Their bodies were tall, twisted, and covered in black armour that pulsed with dark energy. Their eyes glowed red, and their clawed hands shimmered with pure darkness. Eldric's face turned white. "Astrael’s army." Damon snarled. "Oh, great. More demons." The monsters moved rapidly. Too fast. One of them swiped at a pack member, and the warrior dropped quickly, screaming.

Mikhail's POV Love? I chuckled to myself. I have never encountered this thing and if I haven't experienced it then it's not in existence. Love doesn't exist for me, it's a myth. People have named their selfish desires love. I am not a man of love, my life holds darkness. I can't be the prince on white horse. I am darkness with black cloak of my evilness. Since childhood I have seen only violence and blood, now everything is tainted and I am covered in mud of this evilness. There is no chance for any lotus of love to bloom.

Shadowy figures moved around it, forging weapons that gleamed with unnatural darkness. But what made my blood run cold was what stood beyond it. An army. Thousands of warriors—humans and rogues alike—stood in formation, their eyes hollow, their bodies wrapped in shadows. They were alive but unalive at the same time. This was their main stronghold. And from what I just saw, they were ready for war. I could sense something in the farthest corner of the chamber, sealed behind layers of chains and dark magic, was a prison. A prison that pulsed with power so vile it made my skin crawl.

His armor was ancient, stolen from the tombs of old kings, and his face hidden behind a mask of jagged obsidian. He raised a hand. And the battlefield roared to life. The Day of War – Light and Flame Against the Darkness The skies over Xaerath roared. Black clouds gathered like beasts above the valley, pulsing with corrupted magic. Lightning crackled red through the heavens as if the stars themselves were holding their breath.

Metal clashed against claw, the haunting cries of the wounded melding with the snarls of combatants locked in a deadly dance. We were outnumbered but undeterred, our determination unyielding as stone. Each member of the allied forces fought with a tenacity born of desperation, knowing full well what defeat would mean. Our enemy, The Dark Angels, a group of ugly spirits associated to the Black Faes, had descended upon us like a plague, their dark magic seeping into the very soil we stood on, corrupting all it touched.

Gaius and Eleanor huddled in the cave, ready to help with the birth if it came. I stood at the center of the valley, my hand on my belly, watching the sky. The Council's army poured over the ridge like a flood of darkness. Hundreds of them. Vampires in black armor, their red eyes glowing. Shifters in wolf form, their fur matted with frost. Fae warriors on horseback, their silver spears catching the light. Dark witches in grey robes, their hands crackling with sickly green magic. And at the front of the army, a figure I knew.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

Would go down fighting rather than face consequences. Then he lowered the gun. Set it on the floor. Raised his hands. "You win," he said to Declan. "But you should know. Even without me, even without Vivian or Camilla or Elena, you will destroy Hartley eventually. Because that is what you do. It is who you are." "No," I said before Declan could respond. "That is who he was. Not who he is becoming." They took Marcus away in handcuffs. Morrison stayed behind, looking exhausted.