Darius Supreme Novels & Stories

I shifted back to human form before I hit the ravine floor, rolling hard, breath tearing from my lungs as blood filled my mouth. I forced myself up. The sky screamed. Darius descended from above like a falling god, landing before me with a shockwave that flattened everything for miles. The earth cracked open beneath his feet, glowing faintly with Void-light that pulsed like a heartbeat. “I offered you eternity,” he said calmly. “I offered you a throne beyond decay.” “You offered me chains,” I snarled, summoning my power despite the pain screaming through my ribs. “And you stole my son.”

My breath of relief came out as a ragged series if breaths and hit tears. My knees finally gave out. I crumbled to the floor almost in a heap with a soft crunching sound. I clutched my chest tightly as I looked up to see my savour standing there. Darius. He came and stood over me. And in his lycan form he was easily nine feet with pure muscle and fury. His eyes were glowkng furiouslu with an otherworldly light in them. He let out a hard growl which rumbled from his chest and made the ground vibrate.

In a quiet corner of the city, a slum area far from public view, a house became Darius's residence after escaping from prison a few days ago. With a disguised appearance, Darius freely goes to the city center without anyone knowing him. Darus' return from prison poses a new threat to Gama and Sierra. Darius, who has a grudge against Gama, plans to ally himself with Ayala. 'I'll use this stupid kid to get even,' he thought,

He looked the most Ethereal and beautiful, yet his eyes hiring into mine were cold and unsettling. Darius was the youngest of the three but had a formidable presence exuding an aura of primal power. He had wild raven dark hair cut shirt to his neck accentuating sharp, piercing eyes, one blue and the other a teal color which was quite enchanting and mesmerizing, a unique feature of his that was hard to miss. Their appearance alone was enough to break whatsoever will I had built up earlier, and I could feel my hands shaking as I stepped in, hearing the door click shut behind me.

Darius laughed, deep reverberating sounds from his chest as he rubbed his beard and walked to the window. “Really? That’s your master plan? Go back to Matteo? He severed your bond, he’ll kill you if you so much as step foot in his territory.” Darius approached Serene with a wicked glint in his eye. He grabbed her chin, tilting her face up to his roughly. “You belong to me now,” he said in a chilling voice. He dropped his face toward hers, intending to kiss her, and Serene parted her lips, shaking her hand between his thighs, her other hand pressed around his hip.

Darius's name flashed across the screen, and I almost declined the call before remembering he'd been dealing with his own supernatural crisis. "I need to take this," I said to Isabella. "It's important." She nodded, staring out the window at the passing scenery. I answered on Bluetooth. "Darius. How are things?" "Better!" His voice came through the speakers sounding lighter than I'd heard it in months. "Much better actually. That's why I'm calling. We did it, Damon. We actually pulled it off." "Pulled what off?" I asked, confused by his enthusiasm. "The gaslighting," he said cheerfully. "The intervention. The very carefully orchestrated manipulation of one very stubborn arranged fiancée. My

Deus didn’t see this, however the other man did. “What about you Darius?” Deus asked, revealing the last man’s name. Unlike the other two, Darius was not a half-god nor a god. He was an Ascender who ruled over a higher world before being recruited by Zeus. Well, recruited was actually a strong word. It was more of a coerced recruiting than it was a willing decision. He was a man of great power, so much so that Zeus had sealed his power once he accepted him as his subordinate. Darius could only use his full strength when Olympus was in great distress, the kind that could destroy the planet. So many gods referred to him as the ‘Last Line of Defense’. In fact, Ares was secretly afraid of Darius

Darius said defeatedly. I felt bad for him. His life had shattered in the past few days. His Luna turned out to be a murderer, who killed his previous mate to become the queen. His beloved son Kael was still in disheveled state after Coco, under house arrest. His one daughter in law turned out to be a witch. Alaric was a Nightshades and he was clueless about that. I wasn't saying Darius was a good person or he never did nothing wrong but his karma got back to him in a really bad way. He was left alone at his old age.

“What did they offer you? What could be worth betraying your own pack?” Darius’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Immortality. Power beyond your wildest dreams. And once they take control, I’ll be right there at the top, ruling over what’s left of this world.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Darius wasn’t just a traitor—he was a madman. “You’re delusional,” I spat. “The Primordials will destroy everything. You won’t be ruling anything.” Darius’s expression darkened, his smile fading. “You’ll see soon enough, Quinton. The Primordials are already on the move. This battle you fought? It was just the beginning. And when they come for you again, you won’t be able to stop them

I step toward him, claws extended, ready to end him— When a slow clap breaks through the smoke. Clap… clap… clap. A familiar scent hits me next. My own fucking betrayer of a brother. Darius. He steps through the haze with a lazy smile like he’s arriving at a damn dinner party instead of a massacre. His shirt is unbuttoned, hung open like he didn’t even bother dressing properly. His eyes gleam with amusement, not anger. “Brothers,” he says warmly, almost fondly. Daemon growls.