Dark Age Of Technology Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You look... weathered. The charcoal suits you. It’s a pity the Thorne legacy had to end in a basement in Queens." ​Damian didn’t flinch. He stepped in front of me, his body a shield of bruised muscle and iron-willed intent. "The legacy didn't end, Arthur. It just stopped being a lie. You’re the only one still clinging to a ghost." ​"The ghost is what runs the world, the Architect replied, gesturing toward the opening beneath the flatbed press. "The digital world is a sea of noise. People are terrified. They want something they can touch. Something with a signature they recognize."

It was about everything my lineage, my wolf, my world. And the darkness was winning. ************************************ The cavern shook violently. My silver energy flared uncontrollably, spiraling outward, merging with Theodore’s golden aura. The ancient darkness roared, massive wings stretching across the ceiling, molten eyes locked on me. For a heartbeat, I thought we might hold it back. Then… the ground beneath the cavern cracked deeper than ever. A fissure opened, glowing with a black, pulsating energy. From its depths, something older, darker, and infinitely more powerful than the ancient darkness began to rise.

Lyra melted into his arms, her solar core thrumming in perfect, divine harmony with his shadow aura. The midnight wind sighed around them, through the frosted spires of Obsidian Ridge, bringing the warmth of their united hearth across the continent. The dark age of blood and silver was over. The Sun and Shadow had won their reign and their love for eternity would shine on the world for generations to come.

The fear I installed in her mind with the exchange of lockets worked well with the technology. She just had to come in contact with bluetooth and she would see me as an illusion. It worked well till last night and I am impressed that it was my wife who cracked the mystery. Aurora definitely knows how to use her brain but she uses it in wrong things. I just wish that she would have stayed away from Rebecca. But what I am even expecting, Aurora is the legacy of Rebecca. She was bound to happen anyhow. Fuck it, I just want to hold my angel in my arms and take her back home.

“It shows that our ancestors came from a world that was probably in the beginning of the industrial revolution. There were even old texts unearted from thousands of years ago which included blue prints for agricultural equipment that ran on steam. Sadly, they seem to have lost favor as the people relied more on the use of magic...” “Oh...” Dorin, Mar and Johan both looked at Mordecai wide-eyed. “Now, can we go on with the rest of the translations?” Xander said impatiently. “Oh, where was I...?” Johan took a deep breath. They turned off the small lights, keeping the tiniest the smallest light that shone the brightest in the darkness that the fake sun left in it’s wake so as to find a way to b

her words echoed in her mind. Adea wanted to panic but did not have the strength to feel it. In a moment of terrible realization that filled her heart with dread and regret, she believed she finally understood the ancient ritual’s demand for a soul. It was not the soul of a sacrificial victim. The burning of the victim’s heart was nothing more than an act; a key opening the way for what the Darkness truly wanted. It was the soul of the one who completed the ritual. The power that Lyda so desired, the prize that Adea tried to claim for herself, did not exist. It never did. The ability to control their dreams was just a temptation to get them to dabble further, and she had done exactly what it

He started shaking his head furiously. As if that would somehow make what Darkness said not true. “That’s right, pup. You were sleeping with the twin of the coven’s Crone. Magic can make her look young, but it was still a ninety-year-old cunt you were fucking.” Darkness scoffed “She was using you to try and stop my return. She failed! You failed! I have returned to this world with my mate. That’s right, Crista is our mate. And it’s my mark on her neck and pup in her belly.” Darkness’s lips curled, displaying canines.

The ink has faded with age, but the words remained legible, their elegance undiminished. My ancestor’s name stares up at me, almost mockingly. Artemis Black. A name long lost to our history. I’m not even sure if the Shifters know his name still. To them, he’s just the dumbass that had gotten himself, along with his whole pack, cursed. And that was that for them. But not for us. Though I knew it was my ancestor that had caused this curse, I’d never read his journal. My father had kept it under lock and key when I was a boy and, when I became Alpha, I had other problems to worry about than some ancient writings.

" Luna inquired, just above a whisper. Aric turned to confront her; his eyes wide with rage. "The darkness is ancient and powerful," he declared. "It has been lurking in the shadows since the beginning of time, waiting for the right moment to strike." It feeds on dread and misery, and it will go to any length to keep its grip on Earth. Luna trembled as she heard Aric's words, a sinking sensation in her gut. She had known their journey would be perilous, but she had not expected to face something so old and terrible.

When he was done, he shoved her chin and her head tilted forcibly backwards. Dymian scoffed and turned thoughtfully to gaze out the window into the front court. “Had this world not evolved so significantly, we would have been able to accomplish a lot." He rubbed the irritating creases from his forehead and laced bitterness with his next words. “The Alpha Prince will help us to gain the required knowledge that we need about the technological age. These contraptions and thingamajigs are a fucking nuisance.” “I agree,” Farrah said without much conviction. She relaxed a bit and stood directly behind him.