Dark Age Novel Novels & Stories

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

Here I was, nearing the end of my time in college, with no real certainty as to what the hell my next step was. I knew I wanted to get in government in some fashion, State Department, something like that. I knew it would happen or work out eventually, but right now I was feeling pretty low. And maybe that was the perfect time for a predator to seek me out. What if this guy was like Wyatt? I mean Haven said he was young and handsome, but everybody thought Wyatt was hot. I wouldn't even know it because we're going to be in the fucking dark. The idea of meeting a handsome stranger in the dark was kind of alluring to me I had to admit, but why not just ask me on a date?

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Strange creatures emerged from the darkness, their eyes gleaming with malevolent intent as they sought to thwart the intruders who dared to trespass upon their domain. But Elara and Aric pressed onward, their determination unyielding as they delved deeper into the heart of the earth. And as they journeyed deeper into the darkness, they uncovered fragments of a sinister plot that threatened to unravel the very fabric of reality itself. Chapter 12: The Looming Darkness In the depths of the earth, Elara and Aric discovered a hidden chamber where a powerful artifact lay hidden, its dark energies pulsing with malevolent intent. It was a relic of a bygone era, a remnant of a time when gods and mor

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

It was short, but the orphan Aria formed a bond with the green Daemon family in a deserted city of no rules to follow. Fast as the wind, the wagon has enter the city of the burning village. It was the entry to the Darken realm, the Neitheria. The remaining light at sight were enveloped by the darkness little by little. The cold air was changed into a hot breeze of a warm atmosphere. From afar, they can see the fire-like village with a blue flame as its sole light. The road is filled with exotic, dreadful and evil creatures. The houses are old big trees, a fairylike threshold but more dark and evil. The lights are only blue that gives one a cold vibes but the air is hot.

But then, I was willing to trade this for the smug, irritable Lucian. For a moment, the chaos outside — the shadows, the Royal Shadows, the unknown powers — seemed distant. They seemed to fade away, becoming almost irrelevant. In that quiet dorm room, with the burn mark still pulsing faintly beneath my shirt and Lucian’s steady presence at my side, I realized something important: Even in the midst of everything I didn’t understand, I wasn’t completely alone. And maybe… just maybe, that was enough to keep me going. “Aerisyr Flameborn, daughter of Altiris Flameborn, come forth into the dark, and let your mark burn,”