Dark Bloom Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “A botanical preparation. The root of a plant called noctis bloom. It only grows in old-growth forests, the kind that haven’t been touched by civilization.” She hesitated. “The problem is that those forests are overrun with feral supernatural beasts. Creatures that have gone wild. Getting to the noctis bloom isn’t just a hike. It’s a mission.”

“The darkness which is beyond the reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul, the filthy blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the heart of the realm. Son of darkness, away from my descendant, heed this omen...” I doubled over, my hands braced on the floor, the sharp stone was biting into my hands and the smell of blood lingered in the air but I didn’t care, nothing beat the pain that I was feeling within. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry blossoms, with eyes the colour of the bird of night, and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the

They disappear into the darkness just as silently as they came. The next morning, Rmonica returns, a look of horror crossing her face as she sees the flowers beginning to wilt, their once-brilliant colors dimming. She kneels, her hands trembling as she tries to revive the plants, watering them, pruning them. Her care is tireless, and though her efforts bring a glimmer of life to some blooms, others continue to wither and die. The cloaked figure returns night after night, pouring more of the dark substance into the garden. And with each passing day, more flowers succumb, their beauty snuffed out despite Rmonica’s desperate attempts to save them.

Blackmoon once shrouded in the shadows of manipulation, now stood as a beacon of celestial purity. As the pink sun dipped below the horizon, casting a cascade of pastel hues across the Blackmoon landscape, Luna's celestial aura seemed to blend seamlessly with the cosmic tapestry of Blackmoon. The source of manipulation had been dismissed, and the Blackmoon enclave revelled in the newfound clarity that adorned its Blackmoon streets.

The "Total Deletion" of the Deep Web was not a sudden explosion; it was a "Bleaching" of the soul. As the Merchant-Moderator unleashed its "Formatting Frequency," the vibrant, violet-gold lilies of Kaelen’s "Crystalline Garden" began to fade into a flat, scentless grey. The mercury-sea turned into a solid, white-glass floor, and the "Failed Protagonists" unwove into streams of "Neutralized Code."

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

The morning air atop the Sanctum of the Sanguine Moon did not carry the scent of winter anymore. Instead, it was perfumed with the heady, sweet fragrance of the Dawn-Lilies—blooms that had defied the natural laws of the North to carpet the obsidian slopes in a riot of red-gold and sapphire. They were the physical manifestation of the balance I had brought to this land, a land that had once been a graveyard of salt and shadow.

[Image: A woman with glowing white hair and void-black eyes looking through a mirror at a girl clutching her heart] ### The Dying of the Light Around us, the world I had just "freed" began to turn into a nightmare of technical errors. The grey grass, which had been soft and real, started to display "WATERMARK" symbols in a faint, translucent white. The sapphire wildflowers flickered like failing neon signs. Even the survivors in the distance—the shifters and the humans who had just begun to embrace—were freezing in place, their bodies becoming semi-transparent as if they were being "Un-Licensed."

I don’t have much food left and I’m starting to have to fill up my water bottles in the sink. Maybe they’ll just leave me here to starve, I thought. No, they said they wanted me, they have to want me for something … sex? I mean they hadn’t so far tried anything but what the hell else could they want? I took a lot of showers, since it was about the only time I felt normal. It was the only time I could close my eyes and feel like I was escaping, like I was home. I had been asleep for a while, there was no way to know how long. When I woke up it was pitch black in the room, those fuckers cut off the light!

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.