Aura Dark Novels & Stories

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

"She detected my touch." "It may have been enough," Gideon said. "Her Sire will not arrive for twenty-three minutes. There is time for her to be a little rebellious. She has the spirit. Look at the way she stares at Damien. She has some of her emotions left despite her Sire's control on her thoughts. She laments the pain her husband is about to experience." Aurora moved to Damien. "I am sorry." She touched the corpse. Already, the dark energy gathered inside of his body. It would extend to his every cell and rebuild him into an agent of darkness. "We failed to save you and your wife from this fate."

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

That he would have a good life and be nothing like the man who fathered him. "You are asking me to completely flip my world upside down," Aurora felt as though she was spiraling. The darkness threatened to take her once more. Arden was quickly kneeling in front of her and held her hands in his. His touch sent sparks up her arms. His smell swarmed around her and held her. It helped to stop the darkness that was creeping in.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.