Dark Avatar Novels & Stories

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin. "There is no turning back..."

I was simply tired. I couldn’t restrain my rage, I could hardly remember how it happened. I killed every single living soul. I murdered 4289 people in cold blood, I ripped their head off and squeezed their hearts out. They held me down and called me a beast, so I howled at the moon and showed them all. Now, they don’t dare to say my name even though no one has proof of what I did, they only presumed it and they were right. My parents got a hold of my actions and sent Dominic to stop me, the only one potent enough to handle me. He was only 19 then, a perfectly trained vampire, and was considered the best of the greatest. Invent about his reputation now.

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

the tall avatar purrs. He reaches down. In the real world, the Bluetooth-linked dildo Alex packed on the nightstand buzzes to life. In the AR world, the avatar produces a thick, black cock. He thrusts. The toy inside me slams home. "Oh god!" I’m being gang-banged by ghosts. The woman is biting my nipples—sharp pinches from the suit. The man is flogging my legs—rhythmic stings. The tall man is pounding me—relentless, deep thrusts.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Massive holographic billboards loomed above, projecting images of human achievement: Their advanced AI, medicine, and exploration beyond the stars. This place; The Solhaven, was humanity's pride, a testament to their ingenuity and ambition. I glanced back at my companions as we crossed into the bustling metropolis. Minister Blackthorn, ever composed, adjusted his black cloak against his body, blending seamlessly with the human attire, his sharp gaze scanning for potential threats. Natalie was beside him, her hair tucked beneath a hood as she stared at everything in amazement, and just beside her walked Daemon, the son of the Delta. He carried himself with an air of nervous curiosity, staring

The dark forest bent to my will, roots twitching beneath the soil like my own tendons. “They failed me. My own daughter managed to turn her back on me. She is soft, gentle.” I whispered to the shadows. “And now… I will make more. I'm going to need true allies. It seems to me that having a child as an ally is not going to work, and I was going to need to make do with what I had, with what I could afford to find, as if this is not going to be my child.” The circle of my newest creations lay in a half-moon around me. Unconscious wolves, some from broken rogue lines, others stolen from Giovanni’s ranks, each one hand-selected for their pain. Their grief. Their desperation. The easiest to twist.

Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically? "An Avatar is like you and me, but they can do so much more, you could be a berserker with magic, you could be a wizard with swordsmanship, there's even this girl in the capital, a tank healer and she can control spirits, imagine this talent when she is older!"

Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood. But his grandfather knew what a powerful alpha his grandson would become, but he never imagined that he would suffer so much for not being guilty of anything. Aurora ran to look for her warrior son and found him devouring one of his enemies who was chasing him. Soon it was dawn and he would return to his human form and with the help of his pack who was also in mourning, she welcomed Delmom when he needed it. “Father, Delmom, he doesn’t listen to me, he has so much hate in his heart his desire is only revenge.

Her eyes fluttered as her body went limp. Rayan gently kissed her forehead before taking her lifeless body into his arms. "What have I done?" he whispered slowly, placing the body on the bed. Time seemed to slow down around him. The cabin twisted and contorted as though reality was rejecting her death. Darkness invaded his vision, and it was only at that moment did it sink in what he had truly done. He had killed the one person who could have saved him from this madness, this encroaching darkness, this deceitful rage. Moving away from the bed as though denying what he was seeing, his hand gripped the handle of the door, though it faded into a silhouette and became obscure in his mind. He se