Book Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

He's strapped to the bed with an oxygen tank attached to his nose, if you take that off longer than 3 minutes, he's gone. He was busy reading a book. "Hey old man", I say going to his curtains and throwing it open. She groans and tells me to close it back that the light is blinding. "I want you to be able to see Death when it's coming so at least you can fight it, you won't see him in this dark room", I said. He rolled his eyes and started mumbling shits I don't know. I sat next to him on the chair beside his table.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

“What about the movies you wanted to shoot. Do you want to forfeit that money? She’s a ripe one. Her other movie has over a one-thousand pay per views already.” I couldn’t believe how casually they were chatting away about my porn ability while a large, dark werewolf was just as casually eating my friend. She was still alive and breathing, but, mercifully, she’d lost consciousness. I remembered reading a book, years ago, that spoke of how wolves disemboweled their prey while their prey was still alive without regard to how they might suffer while they died a slow death. I’d shuddered, then, at the thought of the prey being aware of something eating it alive. Now, I was witnessing it f

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

He told Liam to shut the door and walk outside after Damien swallowed the entire glass in one go. He swore never to feel this again and never to take this medication again, but here he was doing both as he was experiencing heart anguish once more after a long time because of that mare girl. Liam left him alone while holding a concerned expression. ~~~ Damien was standing in a big and dark room which was located on the other side of the mansion,it had no source of light ,just one small window. He switched on the light which was too dim, stepping closed to one particular wall he glared at the picture.

Xenos slowly got up from the chair and began walking towards it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “Is this the book of light you were referring to?” I asked, hardly able to contain my excitement. Xenos took a good, hard look at it. “Indeed it is. But as I should have guessed, it is now the book of dark.” We all gathered around the box, examining the book inside curiously. “I remember the last time I saw this book it was a dark shade of brown. Now it looks…pitch black.” Xenos nodded, “The dark magic took hold of the book as well.”

She kneeled beside a locked iron chest, whispered a spell under her breath, and opened it. The air dropped ten degrees. Inside lay a thick, ancient book wrapped in dark leather that looked almost… alive. The Book of the Damned. Its surface pulsed faintly. Rhea swallowed. “That thing creeps me out.” “It should,” Violet said simply. She carried it with both hands and placed it on the oak table. As she flipped open the pages, black ink shimmered like oil. Kael stepped closer. Fenrak crossed his arms, expression changing from playful to serious.

I couldn't find the answer in any book. Yes, the dark ones had women, they were all black-haired and black-eyed, pale and infirm, they often died very early and did not possess magic at all. I had light brown hair and gray eyes, average height and a thin body. As for the darkness, she behaved very strangely, then calmed down for a long time, then again tormented me with strange dreams at night. Most often, I dreamed of a dense forest, through which I ran with a wildly pounding heart and completely naked. Branches hit my face, roots of plants dug into my legs, and a huge dark cloud always tried to catch up with me from behind.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

"Or at least, I've read about it." Dante's head snapped toward her. "Where?" "In Zephyr's library," she explained. "When I was staying with Shadowfang. There were old books, legends about ancient magic that could corrupt living beings." "Dark magic?" Dante's voice was tight with anger. Laura nodded slowly. "The darkest kind." Renn suddenly went still, his body rigid. The pack members holding him down exchanged uncertain glances. "Is he—?" one began. Renn's eyes snapped open. Laura felt her blood freeze. His eyes were completely black, empty of any recognition or humanity.