Born Darkly Novels & Stories

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

he added. Dark has just shot himself.

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Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

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.

It would have frightened me if I was the type to be frightened— but then I wasn’t. “This is the New Normal, the Dawn of Darkness, the Age of the Undead.” She started to say with a stern tone. “Darkness will reign over the Reigns and the Dark One will be the sole orchestrator of it— No one will can save anyone of you from his wrath so the sooner you accept all of this, the better it will be for—” A loud growl suddenly claimed the air, cutting Abasha off. It was too ferocious and loud that it almost didn’t seem real but I had to check to confirm first. With the burst, Abasha and I immediately veered our gazes to the scene down below… and then my heart skipped a beat.

she blurted out. “What do you want with us now darkness?” Bruno asked fearlessly, “We are done with your game.” “Actually,” Darkness voiced, “I was hoping you all would die in that game, But since you didn't, I'll have to kill you myself.” “That wasn't the deal we made.” Bruno snarled. “You don't tell me what to do young man,” She snapped back. “Before I kill you, I'm bored… so how about one last game?” She asked, rubbing her palms together in excitement.