Army Of Darkness Novels & Stories

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

They were ready to face the darkness head-on, armed not only with physical strength but also with the unbreakable bond they shared. With a nod to Jericho and Torin, Sable led her army forward. The ground trembled beneath their feet as they advanced, their footsteps filled with determination and purpose. The air crackled with anticipation as they neared the edge of the forest, where the darkness loomed like a menacing shadow. As they emerged into an open clearing, the full extent of the encroaching darkness came into view. It spread like tendrils across the land, engulfing everything in its path. The once vibrant landscapes were now shrouded in an eerie silence, as if nature itself held its b

The higher the sun rose, the darker the horizon became with hundreds of Aodh’s army quickly, almost running, towards our border. “Here we go!” I shout, watching the heads bob as they break the crest of the hill. I was scared. Not of them, but for my people, for my children. For the future of this realm. *Do not shift! Stay in skin form!* Through a mass mental link I command my troops, knowing we can not defeat the dark army in our spirit animal forms. A lesson learned from when they first crossed over by Senko’s hand. The sound of metal scraping scabbards can be heard down the line, as each warrior draws their weapons. Preparing to meet the dark army head on. With a shaky breath but steady h

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

The Darkness Takes Hold Daniel had never felt so clear-headed. So strong. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t drowning in fear or doubt. He wasn’t fighting against something he couldn’t control. He was the control. Power thrummed through his veins—dark, intoxicating, and endless. He could feel the ancient force within him, guiding his steps, sharpening his thoughts. He stood at the head of Veyron’s army, gazing down at the battlefield stretched before him. A sea of supernatural warriors stood at the ready—creatures of the night, rebels who had long abandoned the council, and shadows that slithered through the ground like liquid death.

He stood in the middle of the destruction like he owned it. Vikram. His hands were in his pockets. His lips curled in a slow, knowing smirk. His red eyes burned brighter than the flames. And behind him— An *army*. They stood in perfect lines. Motionless. Silent. Controlled. They weren’t like the rogues. They were *his*. Lucas lifted his blade slightly. His whole body was tense. “Vikram.” His voice was steady, but I could feel the weight behind it. I felt my heart slam against my ribs.

This wasn’t just an army; it was an aberration. “What in the Moon Goddess’s name are you talking about, Councilor?” Rowan demanded, his voice edged with a dangerous mix of disbelief and growing alarm. “That’s impossible.” “But it’s true, Beta Rowan!” Thorne insisted, his voice rising in pitch. “Our spies witnessed it. They saw warriors cut down, only for them to rise again, their wounds closing, their eyes blank. They said it was… unholy.” An icy tendril of fear snaked through me, tightening around my chest. This wasn’t just a war; it was an apocalypse. An army that couldn’t be defeated by conventional means, led by Daisy who was controlled by the Death Goddess.

I looked back toward Blackwood territory, toward the brothers who'd broken me and the pack that had condemned me. "Now we prepare for war," I said. "We hit them harder. Faster. We make them bleed resources and morale until they're too weak to resist. And when they're at their breaking point..." I smiled, silver eyes glowing in the darkness, "we show them what real monsters look like." My army, the damned, the broken, the enhanced, gathered around me. One hundred and forty-three strong and growing every day. They looked at me with loyalty, with hope, with the kind of devotion that came from being saved from the darkness.