Army Of Darkness Novels & Stories

They were on large papers everyone could see from their side of the table. “...are called The Unbidden Army. Created using extremely dark sorcery and they are a hybrid of Wolves and Vampires. We have confirmed that there is a certain vampire leading this army against us. Against me in particular. His target is me and whatever I love, which extends to this pack. We have never lost a war, and I don't intend to allow this vampire create a new record for himself. We would fight against this Unbidden Army and we would win. I appreciate the measures you all have put in place. The new armies formed. The sleepless nights and long months of training. I believe we're ready to take on whatever is broug

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

I was burning out. But the world kept getting darker. Because from the west… they came. I felt it before I saw it. The ground trembled in unnatural rhythm. Not like marching. Not like charging. Like… slithering. Crawling. Breathing death. Then they crested the ridge. And the last piece of hope in me cracked. Aldrian. Clad in armor made of soul-forged obsidian, wielding a blade that bled shadow. His face was half-covered in bone—like a mask welded to his skin—and behind him surged a new army.

They had touched my home with rotten hands, and for that reason alone, mercy had no place there. “Elijah!” Kael shouted from a distance. I heard him, but I didn’t stop. My shadows fell upon Hall’s allies like an ancient judgment. The corrupted wolves were crushed to the ground. The dark creatures crumbled under the pressure of my power. The cultists still clutching weapons froze for a second before the darkness devoured them completely. The worst part was that there was no beauty in it, nor was there glory, only raw and absolute necessity. Hall stepped back.

His art. Luca lay beneath him, eyes closed, his mind finally quiet. The terror of the hallway, the image of that man’s hands was all gone, erased by the sheer intensity of what Adrian had just done to him. He was tired, his body felt like it had been put through a war, but he felt anchored. He was broken, yes, but he was Adrian’s broken thing. And for some twisted, dark reason, that was enough for now. "You're mine," Adrian whispered, his voice once again cold, flat, and final. He rolled off, pulling the dark linens over them. "Remember that when you wake up."

Holly screams, “ANGELS READY.” Angus commands his armies, “ARCHERS, CATAPULTS READY.” Gabriel takes his place on Dagahra next to me and shouts, “DRAGONS AND MASTERS READY.” I look at the Under Realm army which reaches as far as my eyes can see. I look at the dark humans, demons, 4 horsemen, and all the creatures from hell. I put my sword forward and Thorn shoots towards the enemy. I can hear everyone behind me follow as I scream, “ ATTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.”

The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with. The president made a pact with the darkness, the underworld where evil reigns above all. His allegations against the Tamara Family invite lots of the villains to come for the president’s head. The Tamara family is also influential in the underworld, proven by the hitmen and mercenaries they hired to kill the president.

Queen Meralda said with a smile and immediately looked at Andros, Bila and the others including Naomi and Putri who still looked confused by all the things that were going on. The shadow of King Darkos immediately disappeared and replaced with three vampire spirits who immediately joined them. Seeing the three vampire spirits, not only Naomi, Darynes, Brendi, and even Andros were equally shocked. They really did not think that Queen Meralda could summon the three vampire spirits whom they knew were symbols of the power of the Red Stone which had been divided into three parts. Each part has different privileges and abilities. First, known as Arnold, the fortal guardian liaison between the wor

Summer's POV Bright blinding light pushed through the dreamless darkness that Summer was enjoying, beckoning her to wake up and embrace the new day where all her troubles were still very much existent. Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her.