Charmed Darklighter Novels & Stories

Dragons might have been rich in power, but humans were rich in love, mercy and kindness, things so rare to find among my kind. If Bastian were to visit in the morning, I had to hand pick my attire. Tenebris Black simply wouldn't do, not if I were to be escorted by the Heir of Light. Shoving the covers off of me again, I padded to my sturdy armoire and plucked open the right-hand side. All my Lumen gowns hung neatly beside each other. Father had always made sure I embraced his clan as well. Some of the pieces had belonged to my grandmother, Livna Lux of house Lux, Matriarch of Light. She was even older than my mother but looked only to be in her early 50's by human standards. Other pieces my

I had never felt as complete in my entire life as I did right then. It was hard for me to think about going back to the pack because of the danger that lurked within Dark Moon’s borders. However, I would keep her safe one way or another. I would destroy anyone who tried to harm her. The good news was that Dante, a guy named Chris, and a Light Fae named Pylorna would be there to help. Dante’s gift let him see what the eyes could not and would be the best option to sniffing out our traitors.

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Well, it’s probably obvious to someone who’s been abandoned that a reminder about such an event was a trigger to a much painful breath than death. “Be prepared—” Dark’s voice was deep, groveling, as though it had been pulled from the depth of the ocean, and was echoed by a menacing tone that made it look as though two people were speaking. “—to die!” The mistress laughed as Dark charged blindly. The flames of his darkness lashing toward her as though some kind of lasso whipping in the air, but, as usual, she managed to annihilate it with a wave of her hand. She was the propagator of the Sylvania’s strength and has, thus, full immunity to it.

With Confluence Base City’s intelligence network, it was not impossible for them to learn that a large number of zombies were gathering in Pan City. "Well well, isn't this Light? Why are you only arriving now?" A slightly ear-piercing voice fell on Lucas' ears. Kutcher Squad 2 leader Light could not help but frown when he heard the grating voice. Nevertheless, how could he possibly have the mood to care about these things at such a moment? Right now!!! A powerful Dark Race being was standing right next to him. Not to mention, it was one who owned four Rank 7 Zombies. If the powerful Dark Race being wanted them to die, all of them would have no choice but to die. Light was not the least bit s

Complete annihilation, as if he'd never been born. For a man who'd built his identity on legacy, it was the ultimate price. "Acceptable," Charon whispered, and slammed the weapon into the Harbinger's hide. Light exploded. Not golden, like Jack's Alpha power. Not silver, like Olivia's psychic energy. This was something older—the light that existed before darkness had a name. The Harbinger screamed. An impossible sound, ripping across dimensional barriers, hundred miles in every direction. And in its obsidian shell, for exactly 3.7 seconds, a crack appeared.

Pathetic "Oh, look. Sleeping beauty is awake." Someone laughed. Kyrian forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. Too bright. Street lights overhead. Yellow and harsh He saw faces. Three. No, four. Men. Big. Armed. One of them had a scar running down his cheek. Nasty. Old. That one was smiling. "Welcome back, pretty boy," Scarface said. Kyrian tried to stand. His legs were jelly. Useless. He fell. Hands caught him. Dragged him forward. His feet scraped against gravel. Then concrete.

“Tell me… can you walk in the sun? Eat food like the rest of us?” A laugh burst from me, surprising even myself. “Yes, Mom. I can. Adrian isn’t a Strigoi, he’s a Dhampir. We don’t burn in daylight. We don’t live on just blood.” Her shoulders sagged in relief. “Thank God. I was starting to wonder if he had some kind of magic. A daylight ring, maybe, like in those vampire shows.” The image made me laugh again, harder this time. “A daylight ring? No, Mom. He’s just… him. No tricks. No props.”

he orders me, while he turned off the lights, every light but the one next to the bed, he came to the left side of bed, I took the right one, staying on the side, the farthest side I can get to. “Are you afraid of the dark?” he asks me, which made me freeze for a second, afraid of the dark? Usually no, maybe in my stories my characters are, but in reality, I’m not. “No I’m good” I say, he turns the light on his side off, leaving us in the darkness, I stayed on my side, tears where filling my eyes, I couldn’t help and not cry. I’m losing Devil, I’m now under the demand and orders, and I can’t do a thing about it.