Dark Blood Book Novels & Stories

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.

He said, flipping me to his side swiftly, my wide eyes immediately fell on him, he looked drunk on lust, his hands were running sinfully over my naked body, Although it was our second time I was still getting shy under his gaze, they were like the darker shade of his iris, holding need, craving for my body, longing for sex and most importantly, sin in his eyes. He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body.

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

On the dark oak counter rested a velvet-lined wooden case containing a manuscript Helena had not seen the day before. “There are truths that only reveal themselves when blood recognizes its match,” murmured Mrs. Gable, her bony fingers sliding over the book’s cover. “You touched the Wolf, didn’t you? And from the glow in your eyes, he touched you as well.” Helena did not confirm it, but the tremor in her hands as she opened the manuscript was answer enough. The document was a memorial record from one of Dante’s ancestors, dated before the great sawmill fire. As she read, the structure of Blackwater’s supernatural universe began to expand before her eyes in layers of tragedy and destiny.

I had my home back. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized something was wrong. My wolf wasn't celebrating. She was whimpering. I reached inside, trying to find the source of her distress. A sharp, burning pain flared in my chest. It wasn't from the fight. It was deeper. It was in my soul. I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was covered in black, oily blood. Damon’s final revenge. He hadn't just used gold to buy off the Council. He had used black magic.

As I dip my fingers into the water a shock wave runs up my arm. My muscles tense and tingle as I resist the urge to pull my hand out. As my fingers dip past the water's edge it begins to turn a smokey black. The water is slowly enveloped in a black that reflects the night sky. "Your magic type is dark. I cannot say I am not surprised, this suites you Chieftain," Nefertari says. I smile, pulling my hand from the pool. Standing, I gaze up at Nefertari, she returns my gaze.

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

And sometimes he even managed to grab a bite before the pain came. Sometimes. His huge paws made no sound on the soft sand as he crept around his victim. He wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted or the pain came, sending him twitching to the ground. He wouldn't stop until his hunger was satisfied. His narrow skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of his head was dark as the shadows of the night, just like his watchful eyes. The black color ran from the head over the chest down to the stomach and then gradually turned into the orange-red, long fur, which in the neon lights of the arena looked dull and unkempt. And yet, he was one of the most fascinating creatures that our