Daniel Amnesia Dark Descent Novels & Stories

His heart skipped a beat at the ephemeral scent, a scent that could only belong to one person—Victoria. * * * * * The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the flickering candlelight that cast eerie shadows on the walls. Daniel emerged from the shadows, his figure illuminated in ethereal glow as he meticulously surveyed the ancient scrolls that adorned the room. His once gentle and caring face now wore a sinister and twisted expression, the devilish light in his eyes revealing the dark intentions brewing within him. "So, these legends... These human wolves with unimaginable powers... They're real," he whispered to himself, his voice a mere ghostly whisper in the darkness.

I gave him a slight nod. “He’s a trauma surgeon,” Daniel said. “Best I’ve ever seen, an ex-military and He… he owes me.” Daniel’s reflection in the glass was tired but he continued “Eight years ago. I was in Morroco for a business deal. There was this ambush back then that he got caught up in. I pulled him out. He was supposed to be dead. I made sure he stayed that way. On paper.” “So he’s a ghost,” I said. “He’s a ghost who can operate when the lights go out,” Daniel said. He finally turned. “And Sienna won’t find him. No one will.”

"Don't worry about her. She somehow found a corpse to impersonate herself just so she could escape punishment. I'm having an autopsy done on the body right now. "I don't think you know this, but her mentor was a known necromancer, so I wouldn't put it past her." "I didn't know Chelsea knew that stuff." Jean looked uneasy for a moment. "That's all in the past! Don't worry about her. Let me take you back," Jason said with a look of disdain. No matter how many times I explained to Jason that I knew nothing about necromancy, he refused to believe me. As he carried Jean back to his room, he tripped over something and fell on top of her. Jean immediately blushed.

​Before the golden entities could close the distance, she forced her consciousness down through the translucent floor of the chamber, her pitch-black vision slicing through the layers of the mountain to locate the broken layout below. ​Four miles away, through the ruptured drainage channels of the southern wastes, the catastrophic feedback loop from Jasmine’s transmission had reached its absolute climax. ​Damon was trapped in the terminal valves of the southern network, his nine-foot sovereign wolf frame completely shattered, leaving only his human body pinned to the iron pipe by the severed mechanical arm of the dead High Assessor. The volatile, artificial shade of amethyst Unspoken magic w

the two last words repeats in my head and my a shiver runs through my body. "It means you can't remember the things that happened before a certain date" he keeps talking and it all make sense now. I can't remember anything that happened before I woke up from that coffin. Why didn't I think of this before, I have Amnesia! "Is she going to get her memory back?" Daniel ask while am still deep in thoughts. "Probably, depending on her" I snap back to reality. "Me?"

When Savannah saw the back view of him fading out, she leaned back to the armchair and took out her phone, "Find out about the Black Corporation. I want every detail." When she hung up, she closed her eyes again, "Daniel, why couldn't you tell me everything? We can be together now.." The next day, when Daniel woke up, he found himself naked on the bed and looked around a few times. "I…I am here!" He felt a headache and could barely remember what happened last night. "Awake?" Neha went inside. "What happened last time?" Daniel furrowed his brows, "Why am I naked?"

There, near his shoulder blade, half-faded and blurred by time, was the same damn mark. He didn’t remember where it came from. But in his dreams it was always on the wall of the room he couldn’t escape. And the girl… the girl with dark eyes, holding his hand, whispering “Daniel, don’t forget me.” He closed his eyes. “Daniel.” The name didn’t feel foreign anymore. It felt stolen. His office door opened. He didn’t move. “I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.” His assistant hesitated. “Apologies. But there's someone asking for access to Level C.”

DARK DESIRES EPISODE SEVEN **** ALESSIA POV "You're awake"He says as he walked closer to me on the bed, It's not a question, But I need to answer him, Right? But, what do I say? "Where am I?"I finally gathered few words together, He dropped the tray on the table beside me and chuckled. "You slumped in the restroom,I brought you here"He answered simply and pushed back his hair, This is a pure torture, How will someone be this sinfully beautiful?

Among the crowd that surrounded her, Morana saw Daniel who was charging forward while pushing several people in front of her while saying something that Morana couldn't catch. Every sound around her was ringing painfully and all Morana felt was a numb feeling. The last thing Morana remembered was looking into Daniel's eyes. One word that can describe the man right now is; Fright. For a moment Morana was happy to see the fear in his eyes, that means he still cares right? But then, when Morana blinked, the darkness that covered her made her stay there. Cold and silent darkness. A familiar place for her. # # # It was half past ten in the evening, but in the silent office one could still hear th

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.