Blood Pact Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

“That essence darkened the poor men's blood, eroded their fangs and snatched away their speed on par with the Bats. They wake up in a state like ordinary people; black blood and does not have the privileges of the Red groups. Feeling ashamed and guilty, the Fang declared to the Order of Security that they could not help. The Reds comfort and mourn for them. “Then, the Red Nation who had become shapeshifters came together to fight the Bats. When injured, they finally realized that their blood was no longer red. It was then that the Reds as well as the Fangs began to call themselves according to the color of their respective blood. This incident marked the beginning of a peaceful split between

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

It takes a minute but both of them travel over to the dark elf that is on the ground. Faint panting originates from the confines of the helm as if someone or something is strangling him. The pair of orcs look at him as if they are studying his armor and the goggles on his face up until the other two elves enter the clearing. Catarina is the first to notice the Butcher is on the ground wallowing in pain. Her eyes dart to the larger orc and with a voice that matched an enraged commander, she speaks. “What happen here?” The druid is the first to go down on her knees and lift off the helm that protected his face. Once she does, she is shocked at what she sees. The face of Butcher looks like it h

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

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. # # #

He looked at her innocent face which was looking lifeless now. "Bunny! Please open your eyes... Please..." He tried to crawl closer but he was stuck. He noticed footsteps getting louder. They were surrounding his car. He didn't move his eyes from Her face but he recognised the voice of his enemies. "Burn him down along with his fucking car... Make sure they won't even find his fucking ashes." Dominick was bleeding heavily, he was holding her hand tightly until darkness gathered around his eyes. His heart dropped when he realised thatshe is not with him anymore.

"Aurora, the world isn't beautiful like you... If you keep taking shit then they are going to exploit you even more so be a woman and make them realise that you are not an easy target... I love to make the life of people hell whom I don't like..." Aurora was about to say something but then she noticed Damon coming towards them. He walked like a boss and his aura held the same power as Rafael. All black and dark. He wore his shades as he stepped out in the sun. Mira's face turned mad as soon as she saw him. Aurora was expecting Damon to say something but he just ignored them and walked passed by. But he stepped a few steps away from them and turned back suspiciously. He slowly removed his sha

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

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.