Dark All Might Novels & Stories

Godric did not know what to do with the knowledge, but read on spellbound: “The figures of the night ruled over humanity. Only those with pious hearts and strong faith could resist them. But even against him, normal people had no chance. The demons feasted on the sin of men, especially he. His long, black hair, which reflected the darkness within him, his red eyes, which represented the blood of his victims, and his claws, which dug into the bodies of the innocent. Lucifer, the prince of the underworld. Its black wings spread over the world, enveloping it in darkness. Its blue hellfire devoured innocent souls. Humanity saw itself at the end and there were few survivors.

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

Shawna said, shaking her head. “Yea Lynn, I get what you was saying, but if he do that, I'm quite sure, I’ll be the first motha fucka he kills since his claws got my neck on speed dial. So let's leave the you’ll have to kill us all; all the way to the back of the line, like where the letter Z go.” Mina said as she stumbled purposely going to her knees, forcing the Dark One to try and catch her before she fell to the ground. When he bent down that exposed his head, which is what they were counting on. As soon as they saw an opening they all fired the weapons at once. When the arrows and blades where thrown, Michael ran towards the Dark One like he was running track. The Dark One saw the blade

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

She had let herself tumble into something dark, deadly, and intoxicating. She had let herself be his.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

"And the third in line is Mikhail who is very cunning, you can call him the brain of the Delgado system... He knows how to manipulate any situation in his favour and he is very powerful... I prefer to stay away from him because you never know when he will use you for his benefits which might turn out disaster for you... He gives me really negative vibes, sometimes I feel that I don't even know him... Now he has a girl and she is___" She sighed. "She is?" Mira frowned. "She is not well... I mean she is terrified of Mikhail and comes out of her room with a new injury every time..." She huffed. "Mikhail is brutal!" Mira scowled hatefully. "And now the Satan himself, Rafael Delgado! The Spanish