Dark Arts Defence Novels & Stories

I removed my face from her palm and nodded. 'My name is Julia Peters. The founder of the group, Hunters'. 'I thought It was a company'. 'It is. And it is not'. 'Oh'. 'It is every thing. To a factory, industry, company, Everything'. 'Oh'. 'Come with me'. She led me deeper into her office and opened a door. You'd think it's a normal room but no, it's full of everything to weapons, machineries,bunks, Tents, Sleeping bags, Sleeping pads, Camping pillows, lamps, flashlights, Camp chairs, Camp tables, Lantern, etc.

Dark was traumatized—not by the bullet, but by the realization that his father’s reach was infinite. "He’s not going to touch him, Dark. Because Silas is an 'Architect,' remember? He builds things. But I’m a lawyer. I dismantle them. I’ve already filed the 'In Absentia' criminal charges in three different jurisdictions. If he so much as steps onto US soil, he’s a dead man walking." "He doesn't need to be on soil to be a threat," Dark said. He led her away from the window, toward the center of the room where the nursery stood.

“You anchor us. You hold the line. You pull us back if needed. Can you do that?” “Yes. But Aria, this is dangerous. This is more dangerous than anything you've faced before. The First Dark is not like the Voids. Is not like anything else. It is the original nothing. The source. The beginning and the end. You cannot fight it. Cannot force it. Can only convince it. And if convincing fails, if arguing fails, if proving fails, then what? What do you do then?”

“If darkness is already conjured, it can’t know our involvement. It will kill everyone you love; it will come to this pack and slaughter everybody.” “What? How could a phone cause that?” Drake asked, furrowing his brows together. “We can’t just do nothing.” “Because darkness gets into your head. It reads your thoughts; not to mention it could hear the conversation. It’s everywhere. You can’t keep a secret from darkness. We know too much information as it is… if it finds out we are involved, it will kill us. All of us.” “Then how do we send a warning to them? How do we fight it?”

“I am Arktos. I am what your kind might call a ‘Discarded Unit.’ The High Architect deemed my resonance too sympathetic—too grounded the messy biology of this world. I was sent here to be erased, to be melted back into the raw data of the planet’s core. But the Fire-Node chose to preserve me instead. It found a use for my discarded code.” ​“A defector?” Killian growled, his shadow-form flickering violently as he stepped between me and the mercury being. His obsidian blade hummed with a low-frequency threat. “Or a spy sent to lead us into a furnace where we can be conveniently cremated for the Hive’s records?”

“We’ve been piecing together the old texts. There’s something we missed before. The artifact wasn’t just a weapon—it was a prison. And when it was awakened, something… darker was set free.” A murmur of unease rippled through the gathered allies. The scholar, an elderly man named Aldric, spoke up. “The Dark One,” he said, his voice heavy with foreboding. “It is written here. A being so ancient and malevolent that it was sealed away centuries ago, locked in the very artifact you now possess.” Elena’s heart skipped a beat. “The Dark One?” she repeated, her voice trembling. “But how do we stop it?”

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.

In the dark prison cell, a single torch sputtered, casting trembling shadows across the stone walls. Luna Amanda sat in the far corner, knees drawn to her chest, the cold stone biting her bare arms. Her dress was tattered, and she wore no shoes. Silence pressed in around her, heavy like suffocating mist. She closed her eyes, replaying the courtroom scene in her mind. A prisoner in my own pack, she thought. How could it come to this? A soft sound from the corridor broke the silence. A key turned in the cell door's lock. Amanda's eyes snapped open as the door creaked; Mara stepped in. She paused at the threshold, nerves visible in her tight posture.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

Hall said seriously, and I raised my eyebrows before scoffing. “The Dark Alpha is an exception, not the rule,” Nalia said fearlessly. “Unless that fugitive is strong enough to survive that darkness, she is not capable of passing the tests that the forest is capable of creating. So, if she entered the forest, she is dead. And that is what I believe most likely in this situation, because if she had surrounded our pack, the defenses would have notified us and she would be a prisoner.” Hall clenched his hands and then looked at me.