Dark Bloom Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

He said. My hand unconsciously went to my chest. “Weaken my wolf…?” I asked and he nodded slowly. “It is called the Shadow Bloom. Something that feeds and spreads… until there is nothing left to bloom from.” “But it didn’t win. It didn’t take her.” Damian said his voice laced with desperation. All this was because he was trying to prove Lily to be innocent. Indeed his antics were laughable. “She fought it,” Elder Maelin replied softly. “Your Luna is strong, stronger than most wolves I have tended in my lifetime. This was something that would have killed other wolves immediately but hours later and she’s still here.” He said.

Drake’s POV – I stir awake to the faint echoes of battle still humming through the air. The scent of blood clings to the wind, but the fighting is ending—our men and Baylee’s wolves are finishing off the last of the rogues. It doesn’t take long. When it’s over, Ben taps me, and I open my eyes with a groan, blinking as the sunlight hits me full in the face. “Damn, that’s bright,” I mumble, shielding my eyes. Beside me, Dain groans too, clutching his head as the last traces of poison seep from my body. Caron’s potion is working—cleansing, pushing out the darkness.

I sighed deeply, taking a seat. “What is that?” Draven said, scrunching up his face as he looks at the cure in the grimoire. “The Bloodbloom Petal,” I said, softly. It takes him a minute to recognize one of the most dangerous plants to attain.

I just felt Axel's arms around me as he said things and gave orders. I saw Bloom enter the room and look at me with concern. She put her hand on my head, and out of nowhere, I felt relief, a relief that made me gasp. “What the hell was that?” I asked, and suddenly I felt blood coming out of my ears. I touched my ears and then saw the blood. “The dark vampires are ravaging the warm forest and entering Eclipse,” Bloom said, and I opened my eyes in surprise. “They're ready to end this.”

Following that, the white glow disappeared as three of the clones collapsed at the same time. Wilbur could sense the white dragons leaving, and he said coldly, "I guess your weakness is light. Let's do this, then!" Wilbur emitted a blinding white glow the next second. The power of light flowed through his body as Barker could hardly open his eyes due to the blinding light. "Argh, what are you trying to do?" Barker retreated, putting his palms together in mid-air as he shouted, "I summon thee, All-Consuming God of the Dark Domain!"

"It’s just... the other half of the light. I can hold it. I can make the sun blink." We moved to the highest point of the Black Crag—the Crowned Summit, a jagged peak that was protected by a series of ancient, lead-lined arches. The heat was still astronomical, the white light of Solis beating against the stones like a physical hammer. Nathaniel had constructed a "Blight-Diffuser" out of salvaged iron and quartz. Inside the glass chamber, a swirling mass of oily, black smoke—the captured Blight—was thrumming with a predatory hunger.

Dirty. I'm too dirty. I felt filthy, used. I rubbed the sponge on my scars. Scrubbing like I was insane. Maybe I am. The wounds opened up, blood flowed more profusely out. I sat quietly listening to the drip sound that echoed in the bathroom as my blood tapped the surface of the still water. It was soothing. The crimson swam slowly in the water, snaking its way through. It dominated like a cloud of red. ***************************** I sat, arms crossed out over my thighs. Eyes stared out into the dark night. My gaze hovered over the trees that seemed to run for acres. The moon hang high in the sky. Streaks of silver illuminating my face.

(it was clean if you're wondering. My legs felt wobbly as I rinsed my mouth, I leaned on the sink for support. Against my own will, my eyes strayed to the mirror in front of me. My face looked so haggard, and there were dark lines under my eyes. My lips were cracked up and was sporting the stain of dried blood. "What in the..." I gasped loudly. I had not even noticed that I was no longer wearing my school uniform. I was instead wearing a pale blue silky nightie.