Dark Avatar Novels & Stories

One of the alpha mumbled. “What are you?” Another alpha shouted. “Me? I am a dark DAOB. Call me Dakar!” Dakar said as he coldly gazed at the four alpha. “What is that?” One of them yelled out. “Let me show you!” Dakar slyly replied. His eyes as dark as the sky gazed into their eyes, and terror took over the expression of the four alpha. “AhhhAhh.” The night became noisy with the painful cries as the four alpha's energy got drained from within them.

It was unfortunate that the challengers could not kill or leave any permanent injuries, or Anders would definitely have Carville begging for mercy! At that moment, Carville suddenly let out a shout. He started to move his hands again and started to form some incredibly eye-catching seals. As petals entered Carville's back, the petals quickly combined to form an incredibly large flower. "That's Carville's world avatar?" Someone said with widened eyes. Lourain was not sure if that was correct, and turned to look at Fane. Fane nodded when he felt Lourain's gaze. The large, nameless flower behind Carville's back was his world avatar.

" Enraged, the Avatar of the Bloody Red Humanoid figure, Roared. He freed his hands from the Black Being's grasp, then directly used his bare hands to hack and mutilate the Black Being's body. Then, he retracted his trident. Which he then used to separate, the head of the Black Being. Before squashing and swallowing it. "Even though swallowing you, is of no benefit to me, It'll ensure that you stay dead forever" The Avatar murmured to himself. Although he didn't get any benefit from swallowing the head, it ensured the thorough destruction of the former. However, at that moment, a black light rushed out of that area. Into the infinite darkness of space and rushed to a distant unknown univers

Again, he glares at the annoying stranger. Of course, he tried to pull his arms but the grip just got intense that he almost flinched but he wants to look strong, far from what he really is. "What?! What do you want? Do you really want to get punched at your face?! Let me go! I said let me--" His words magically got swallowed and he nearly melted when he looked at the guy who suddenly changed his aura. His dark aura is now replaced by an angelic smile with calmed eyes.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

All around her swirled visions—of her life, of others' lives, of the distant past and the near future. Then, he appeared. Malrik. Or what remained of him. His body looked human, tall and regal in an ancient robe of shadow silk, but half of his face was cracked stone, bleeding starlight. His eyes glowed with eldritch power, and black veins pulsed across his skin like a spiderweb. But what chilled Ava was his smile. It was sad. "You look just like her," he said. "Your mother." Ava summoned her magic but it fizzled. "Stay back."

The walls of the cathedral melted away, exposing them to the void of the Dyson Sphere. "Boss!" Marcus yelled, finishing off the last guard. "We've got company!" A localized mass of dark matter condensed on the platform, towering twenty feet high. It shifted and morphed, finally taking the shape of a colossal, twisted mirror image of Jack Sterling himself, complete with a dark-gold sword. It was the Devourer's Avatar.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

As Aiden entered, they all looked up. "Aiden," Lucifer said, his voice casual but edged with curiosity. "What’s going on? You look like you’ve got something on your mind." Aiden hesitated, then sat down. "I made contact with someone who can help us against The Shadows. Someone from Italy." Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Italy? Who?" Aiden glanced at Damon, then back at Lucifer. "DVV." Lucifer’s expression shifted immediately, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. "DVV? The Devil’s Venomous Viper? How do you know her?"

From the darkness below, a figure emerged—a being of pure shadow and flame, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. I gasped, my blood running cold. “What is that?” Darius’s smile was cruel as he watched my reaction. “This, Sera, is our ultimate weapon. A creature forged from the darkest depths of the Abyss, bound to the Apocalypse Key. It’s a being of immense power, beyond anything you or your precious artifact could hope to control.” I stared at the creature, my mind reeling. It was like nothing I had ever seen—its form constantly shifting, flames licking at its shadowy body as it moved with an unnatural grace.