Dark Arts Defence Novels & Stories

Zoire stood before the ancient paintings on the wall ,she took a deep breath and turn to Darl. "Twenty years ago,in the ages of Darkness,the Dark lord ruled this world.You might wondering who the Dark lord is.The Dark lord is a woman,a very beautiful woman at that.But do not underestimate her,she have the strey of man.She is half woman,half man and half demon.The Cloud City then,served as a refugee camp and a resistance against the Dark lord,Death lord and his armies.The great Flerod led the resistance against the Dark lord, when Death lord her general had been defeated.Great was the power of the Flerod,but as powerful as he was,he couldn't defeat the Dark lord.He managed to to seal her bet

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.

It wasn’t a question. “How did you…” “I can see the darkness, child. It’s growing. Spreading through you like roots digging deeper into soil.” She moved closer, her weathered hand reaching for the artifact. “May I?” I nodded, and she touched the glowing metal. Her expression went grim. “It’s worse than I feared. The artifact is containing the darkness, yes, but barely. The darkness is fighting constantly to break free, and the artifact can only hold so long before it’s overwhelmed.”

"You cannot fake a live, federal blood draw." "I don't have to fake it," Zara smiled, an absolute, chilling curve of her lips. "Dr. Aris is the physician who betrayed my bloodwork to the Archangel. He is the one Darius contracted to perform the extraction tomorrow. But Aris is a doctor of the light. He has absolutely no idea how far the shadow network's medical technology has advanced." She stepped away flawlessly, moving to the secure analog comms panel.

“You’re terrible at this! But points for enthusiasm.” Mathapelo added, “At least no one can accuse us of lacking creativity in our defenses.” Sandra rolled her eyes but chuckled, grateful for the levity amidst the tension. Confronting Residual Darkness One evening, a strange coldness filled the house. Candles flickered violently, and shadows clung unnaturally to corners. Jonah and Elara led the family in a protective circle, holding hands and chanting affirmations. “This is residual darkness,” Jonah explained. “It may attempt to manipulate your emotions, but you’re prepared. Focus, unite, and it cannot touch you.”

Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me. "Scary wasn't it?" I asked him. Taunting his patience, not knowing I am leading myself in the dungeon. He managed a wry lazy smile, full of danger and arrogance. "Unbelievable, do you think this is just a joke you can easily pull off? Justine Elle, you just crossed the f*cking line and I'm no martyr. I don't do mercy," He said with eyes void of any merciful expression. I thought he was gonna turn away from me, but it didn't happen. Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

All too often sleepers never wake and their souls recycle into the future and never replace magic in this world. Once inside his apartment, Alex called David Norman, a troll who lived in Albany. David was a warrior in Alex's court and swore an oath to protect the Fae realm and all magical creatures, including sleepers, awake or not. There was no one else Alex would trust with Oshey and Cammie's life.

I shove the phone into my pocket and start walking to the car, the sound of my boots pounding against the pavement. By the time I slide into the driver’s seat, I’m already calling Kai. He answers on the first ring. “What’s up?” “Abel Laurent is dead,” I say flatly. “What?” “It was a clean job,” I continue, my voice rushed, “but I need you to check the clinic footage just to be sure—” “Whoa. Slow down. What the fuck are you talking about? What clinic? You killed him?” But I can’t slow down, not when several things are happening at once. “Brixton Wellness Clinic and Spa. Gabriella is missing. I need to find her now, so do this for me while I do that.”