Born Darkly Novels & Stories

I am standing my ground, and I am waiting for the beast to show his true face. Idris Blackthorne thinks he has the upper hand. He thinks his legacy is untouchable. He thinks I am a ghost he can capture in a jar. He has no idea what happens when a ghost decides to haunt the living. I turn off the lights, the room plunging into absolute darkness. I don't need the light to see. My senses are sharp, my mind is clear, and my heart is cold. The war for the Bloodmoon Pack has just begun, and I am going to make sure that when it ends, the Blackthorne name is nothing more than a curse that mothers use to scare their pups.

she screeched, fury etched on her face. But just as we began to gain ground, Baddy reemerged from the shadows, his wicked laughter echoing through the chaos. "You thought you could defeat us? The darkness is our ally, and we will not be defeated!" He raised his hands, summoning a wave of dark energy that threatened to engulf the battlefield. "Everyone, brace yourselves!" I shouted, instinctively pushing Eden behind me as I summoned my magic to form a protective barrier. The ground shook as Baddy unleashed his attack, the darkness crashing against our defenses with overwhelming force.

Blair felt her heart race, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a massive wolf with fur as dark as night, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. It stood at the edge of the clearing, its presence radiating menace. Blair felt her breath catch in her throat. “The dark force,” she whispered, recognizing the embodiment of their fears standing before them. The dark wolf let out a chilling laugh that echoed through the forest. “Ah, the Keeper and her little band of misfits. How quaint. You think you can stand against me?”

I bought some new bedding and some throw pillows for the room. I would have stopped there but I passed the kitchen section and the sterile kitchen popped into my head. Yes, he had everything a chef could need to make food but it was more gray countertops, white walls, and black cabinets. It felt like the kitchen of Patrick Bateman. A set of rustic canisters set out before me, old style with some fruit on them like you’d see in some Nonna's house.

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.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

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.

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.