Crown Of Darkness Novels & Stories

“You said it contained part of your power.” “It does.” “How?” Her father took a slow breath. “The first Dark King didn't inherit his power from the Moon Goddess. The darkness chose him.” Lyra listened carefully. “Generations ago, the darkness existed without a ruler. It moved through the forests, mountains, and ancient lands. It had no form and no allegiance. Then one man learned how to command it.” “Your ancestor.” “Yes.” “And the crown?” “It was created as a vessel.” Lyra looked at the throne. “To hold the darkness.” “To control it.” Her father paused. “But there was a price.” Lyra's eyes narrowed. “What price?” “The crown doesn't obey weakness.” A chill moved through the room. “What happ

He slammed Lance into the earth, cracking the ground like glass. Cole raised both hands, gathering a swirling sphere of concentrated darkness. It pulsed with energy that twisted reality around it. The cursed hunters sensed the danger and backed away, whimpering like beaten dogs. Lance growled, gripping Cristof’s wrist. “You’re pathetic. Both of you. I am the firstborn of—” Cristof kneed him in the gut, stealing his words. “You’re just a curse that shouldn’t exist.” Cole unleashed the attack. The ball of darkness exploded forward. Lance roared as it devoured his skin like acid, eating away muscle and leaving charred wounds that refused to heal.

Mira frowned at him when he pulled out the book from his jacket and she could clearly see the madness in his eyes when grabbed the lighter from his other pocket. "Damon!" She stepped forward to stop him but he had already lit the book on fire. She froze in her place and looked at him with furious eyes when he held a burning book in the air in front of her, Mira watched it falling down as ash. The rage she felt was uncontrollable. Damon smirked at her as he dropped the burnt book on the ground. Mira didn't say anything, she just stared at him furiously while throwing the broken cancel holder away and walked past him.

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

Darkness rushed toward us. I raised the Unity Blade. The sword shattered. Again. But this time— the fragments didn't fall. They floated around me. Silver. Black. Glowing. Then they formed a crown. A crown of silver and darkness. It descended slowly toward my head. Selene screamed. “Lyra, don't let it touch you!” I tried to move. I couldn't. Ronan grabbed me. The crown continued descending. Malachar shouted, “Destroy it!” Ronan raised his sword.

Three Years Later ♠️CASPIAN♠️ The city looks different from the top now. I stand on the balcony of the penthouse that used to be my father’s, now mine. The Blackwood name still opens doors, but the empire runs darker these days. Legitimate on paper. Underground in truth. They call me Don now. The Bloodhounds, once just whispers in boardrooms, became reality after the old man’s conviction. Someone had to hold the leash. Someone had to keep them fed.

The one thing I didn’t ask him was what his coven practiced. The shadows envelop us, and the cold is now accompanied by an extreme suction feeling as if I’m surrounded by tons of industrial fans. It’s intense, and I find nausea creeping up my throat. One minute we are in the cell; the next, we are standing on the grounds of a vast dark gray and black manor. The manor is unusual. It almost seems never-ending. I look to the overcast sky that almost appears to have an oily sheen. The stone pathways are lined with statues of black crows. The crow's eyes glow much like the shadow's eyes did. The grass is dark green, like the darkest green grass I've ever seen. We aren’t in Kansas anymore, I jokin

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

Sylvain situated himself behind me, standing so close that his body heat enveloped my entire form and his forest scent held me in a chokehold. My breathing stuttered when he began tracing the symbols in the book, fingers brushing against mine languidly. It had a shiver scuttling down my spine. With shaky words, I read, "From darkness is born light. From wings of ruin, From a child of the moon, From throne to throne. Golden and not white. A new era. A queen will be born. A queen will unite. A prophecy foretold, For a new world in sight. But first, there must be darkness,