Dark All Might Novels & Stories

Humans are the worst. They fear reaching a tipping point—a point of no return. They have blundered into compound wickedness. They struggle to learn the truth while also coping with their secular prejudices. They can also fall into enormous evil, made worse by their community allegiances. They do stupid things whose dangerous outcomes can never be undone. "Oh fuck! Yeah! Harder, baby, uhhh!"

The shadow stepped forward. “I have returned.” Hope looked at Azrael. Then at the shadow. Azrael whispered: “Master…” Hope’s eyes widened. The creature smiled. “Let the final cycle begin.” And the entire First World went dark. TO BE CONTINUED… part 8

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

“We are the dark tide that drowns the light. We are the storm that cannot be tamed. We are the reckoning!” The soldiers roared, their fists pounding against their chests, their weapons raised high. Damian raised his arms, silencing them once more. “We fight not for fear of them, but for the truth we know. That no Null Wolf, no alliance, no hollow dreams of unity can stand against us. We are the darkness. And darkness… always prevails.” The crowd erupted, their chants rising like a tidal wave, a symphony of fury and allegiance. Satisfied, Damian stepped back, his smirk returning as he descended the platform.

It might not be possible if she wasn't so furious and worked up with the dirty behaviour of Pooja. Light has the power to eliminate the darkness. But a candle would only illuminate a room but not the dark sky! I should find a way to increase my dark powers. Then the bright ash wouldn't hurt any of the people under the influence of darkness. But Maayan was dying. I don't know whether I have enough time to build my strength before some bad thing happens to him. I don't want another soul to make a sacrifice for me. My mind could think more properly here! Suddenly the words of Aadhavan rang through my ears: "…there is nothing in our hand now. The bright ash is a thing came here from outside the

James, however, said nonchalantly, “It’s only a matter of time before we fight a war against the Dark World, no? Every now and then, the Dark World will launch a Dark Strife and cause innumerable losses and massive casualties on our side. The twelve universes and the Dark World have bad blood between us. So isn't war only a matter of time?” James’ question made the others fall silent. After some time, Kallinikos said, “You are right. The twelve universes and the Dark World are two fundamentally opposing sides. However, even if we consolidate the strength of the new universe, we won’t stand a chance against the Dark World. Launching a war haphazardly will only diminish the overall strength of

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The morning after the Alkaled disaster, Los Angeles woke to a storm it couldn’t ignore. Headlines screamed across every screen: “BLACKWOOD ACADEMY ALUM GREY MICHAELSON WANTED FOR MURDER OF POLICE OFFICER” “OLD COVER-UP EXPOSED: DID BLACKWOOD PATRIARCH KNOW?” “SEX TAPE, AFFAIRS, BASTARD CHILDREN—THE BLACKWOOD & PIERCE FAMILIES IMPLODE”