Dark Age Novel Novels & Stories

“Wait...It was you, wasn’t it? You sent that letter.” Puzzles were slowly put back together as seconds passed. The solder didn’t see her face because she bewitched him; he was a werewolf, a solder, how could he not have seen her face through the dark? Wolves have night vision for god’s sake how can something like that pass along, how come I have not seen it before? How come Xander not seen it? Did he know it was a witch all this time? “I found it on my gram’s book. An ancient book.” She responded, her tone slightly decreasing as a look of fatigue crossed her face.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

I'm sure that was how the Israelites felt when moses parted the sea. Or was it Abraham? I'm not sure which one, don't me I'm not a full time believer. But I'm pretty sure this was how they felt. Arina took a step backwards and before I could ask what to do, she kept into the open space beyond. Perfect. Absolutely spiffing. I peeped into the big hole. It was dark. Very dark. Like a mice hole. I tried very hard to see what was inside but failed. 'Woof?'.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

I cut, my eyebrows draw in, "What is that?" "Oh Velari, you do not know of the Black Years?” Her eyes dart to Vale. Vale returns the stare blankly. “The terror of the dark times,” she explains, I notice she becomes bolder when she speaks her sadness disappearing, “When the first sun died and the earth mourned her fifteen years before the birth of the second sun in the Starless age when our ancestors lived. Those years, the Dark creatures birthed from the cracked moon, they say they were like moving shadows, formless yet always hunting souls, old and young, poor and noble alike." Her eyes are wide as she explains this history a visible shudder, goosebumps lining her skin.

I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect to elites, and the rich get richer.” RECAP: Marlene realizes she may have been the most naïve among her friends, while Ethan uncovers information that could destroy everything in the future. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ “Ruby… what do you mean it’s Caspian?” I asked, my voice shaking. I couldn’t process the words—couldn’t even begin to accept them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t…”