Darius Supreme Novels & Stories

Darius uttered in no particular while laughing again. No wonder, why his greatest majesty taunt the three powerful beings to volunteer helping the puppet child; Nicholai! Darius once again laughed to himself. He wanted to witness too the fight that will add to the history books of ancient era. But- it is not yet his time to reveal himself. They knew him in Darius name, but not who he is. An alias his greatest majesty gave him. "Ha...haa...haaa.... haaaa..." his laughter reverberated throught out his castle.

The Blood Moon disappeared behind black clouds. Then came the scream. Darius. His body rose from the ground, suspended in crimson fire. His bones broke. Reformed. Broke again. Black wings erupted from his back. A crown of living shadows formed above his head. The Fifth Key burned inside his chest. Aurelius stared in horror. “What have you done?” Darius opened his eyes. One was crimson. The other… Pure silver. He smiled. “I became what you were too afraid to be.” ⸻

"I won't let you." Marcus smiled, a slow and cruel twist of his lips as he leaned forward - the USB drive clutched tightly in his hand. "Oh, but I already have," he purred, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "You see, Cassandra... you've always been so predictable. So easy to manipulate and control. But now... now I finally have the one thing that can guarantee your obedience... no matter what you might think or feel."

Therefore, all the pent-up tension of the past days, he had to release it all now. Damien lifted Emma and sat up, a position that seemed to drive his penis deeper, pressing hard against her uterus, causing Emma pain. She could clearly feel the discomfort in her abdomen mixed with ecstasy. Emma was exhausted, lacking the strength to cling to him. Her arms hung loose, and her head rested on his shoulder.

And Ethan preferred things predictable. Across the room, Noah Reyes glowed like he’d been born under stadium lights. Sun-kissed skin. Dark curls damp with sweat. A body carved from years of sprinting across fields and scoring goals that made entire stadiums erupt. He wore a fitted black tee that clung to every ridge of muscle, sleeves hugging strong arms that flexed when he lifted a red cup to his mouth. When he laughed, the sound cut cleanly through the noise—and somehow landed directly in Ethan’s stomach.

Deep within himself, he exclaimed, and with a swift movement, he sprang up abruptly, in all his dominating and insurmountable glory. Apart from being feared and a billionaire, Alpha Darius was undeniably one of the most beautiful men ever created. His looks were so smooth, and standing at a sturdy 6ft tall, with an accurate intricate sharp, edgy jawline, mesmerizing shade of ocean blue orbs that captivated anyone who beheld him, Darius was a live version of a Greek god. With coaxing thick chest, which could tell how strong his vibrant abs were, his stark dark flaxen hair flopping lazily like brims over his face, Darius made use of his fingers to brush back the hair backwards.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

And eventually, they went into extinction. Alpha Darius couldn’t allow that to happen, so he refrained from going after the Rosewood moon pack. His immediate concern centered around getting crowned, so he could plan a proper battle against his uncle, Gedoni. “Sule, I must confess to you. You are my father’s Beta, I know you will give your life for him. I hope you extend the same courtesy to me cause I need you now.” Sule bowed to Darius, “ I serve at the pleasure of king Cyrus. And I know that he would want me to help you in any way I can. I am at your service your highness, whatever it is you need.”

Darius’s P.O.V Susan recoiled in horror, her screams echoing through my ears as she cried over the phone. “Darius, I have rashes all over my skin. It is itchy and I am going crazy right now. I have a fashion brand to launch tomorrow and now my skin is ruined”

The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety. Darius was not just a figurehead; he was a formidable force. His reputation preceded him—tales of his strength echoed through the valleys, often recounted around campfires by the flickering glow of flames. He had trained relentlessly, honing his skills through years of combat and sparring matches. His dark hair fell in unruly waves, framing a face marked by determination, while his piercing green eyes held a fierceness that commanded respect. Many envied him, some feared him, but few truly understood the weight of his burdens.