Dark Avatar Novels & Stories

Nikolai POV. Devil have disappeared with my baby, she took her and went somewhere, but she won’t be able to get her out of the country, she won’t be able to hide her forever, Elle is mine now. Devil had a price on her head, I doubled it, anyone who get me information on her whereabouts, anyone who could tell me where she is, I want her alive, I’m the one who’s gonna kill her, I refuse to let that honor goes to someone but me, she’s a beautiful woman but she’s dangerous as her name says. Pity she went against me, she had a great future ahead of her, for now I had to find her, I had to bring my baby back.

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

His concern was palpable, even through the speaker. "We're fine, Justin. Damon… not so much," Ava replied, her voice clipped. "He got speared with some kind of existential anti-matter. Long story. Short version: he needs an 'Echo of Creation' found in a 'celestial graveyard' guarded by 'divine eaters.' Your cue to be useful."

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

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

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.

Aurora's dead body was lying lifelessly on the ground. The heavy rainfall washed the blood off her body. The water flowing on the ground became red from her blood. Rivers of blood were flowing from the cliff like a red waterfall. Soon the rain stopped and the sky began to turn crimson red and a person suddenly appeared near her. It was Amara. Amara is the embodiment of Darkness. She's the most powerful in the Dark World. She looked at Aurora with pity and used her powers to make her alive.

It was the embodiment of a predator and it was assigned to kill me. The thing reeled back its head after in a great roar as if to bellowed out fire on me, the tiny figure standing in front of it. I instinctively rose the Aurora sword in front of me. Instead of normal flame, it blew out a steady stream of black and purple fire. The sword sliced it in half, protecting me. After the breath, it turned its head and gazed at me with one bright golden hazel eye. The fearsome intelligence I saw in it scared me even more. I was going to have to defeat this thing, and it might possibly be smarter than me. It was most definitely stronger.

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat