Dark Dark No Mi Novels & Stories

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ! ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ, ɪ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀ� �ɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

I would let the darkness take me and be the nothing that I was. I made it across the parking lot to the street corner. Another look around showed the streets empty of cars, of people, of all life. How could it be this empty? It was only midnight. Didn't anyone go out at night at all? Why was our store open so late if no one came out this way anyway?

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

🌹 Damien 🌹 The underground safehouse was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights flickering intermittently as the team settled into a rare moment of calm. The air was thick with exhaustion, the weight of their near-constant battle settling heavily on each member of the group. Damien leaned against a table, eyes closed, taking in the muffled sounds of distant gunfire and the steady hum of the bunker’s generators. It had been a long day—too long. The chaos of the mission still lingered in his mind, but for the first time in days, the team had found a brief window to breathe. They were alive. For now, that was enough.

It was the first girl we saw, the brown-haired one where her picture was taken in a field. The girl let out a silent tear, her tiny, shaken hands around his arm as she tried to free herself. “Him? Her? Or me?” Dominic questioned, his gun pointing directly to his head. The room was completely empty, the only thing there was the tiny lamp on the ceiling that barely illuminated itself There were no windows, no sign of the outside life. Not even a single ray of the sun. It was completely dark and cold that goosebumps started to form on my skin.

THE SILENCE The room was deadly silent. "You... you stink." Ivan froze. Dante choked on a cough. Lorenzo Moretti—the Enigma, the Don of Monaco—just stared. He didn't get angry. Instead, a slow, dark smirk curled up the corner of his lips. "Stink?" Lorenzo repeated, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating purr. "That is a first." "He is delirious!" Ivan interjected quickly. "The medicine... it makes him talk nonsense. Please ignore him."

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

I said in a cold and steady voice, "Just like your promises. They're all broken." His hand trembled slightly, as if my words had cut deep. Lucas stood silent for a long moment before inhaling a slow, painful breath. A flicker of desperation crossed his eyes as he asked, "Wilma… if none of that had happened, do you think… maybe there could've still been a chance for us?" His voice was low, pleading, like he was grasping at the last sliver of hope. But I shook my head gently. "There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again."

I just have a few test left now My parents are Alpha Gregory and Luna Lena They run the Southern Richmond Pack I have 6 siblings The twins Milo and Shanea are the oldest they’re 22 then it’s Darla she’s 20 and am the middle child then Shasta and Gray is 14 and last Pooh is 10. Milo will take over after Dad as Alpha and I know he is gonna do great He already has leader qualities and he is big on family all about the Pack life the whole pack lives here or on pack land in separate family houses but everyone is welcome at the Pack house so you can guess how my house is day and night ,Just chaotic but in a good way and I try my best to stay out the way. I just like peace and quiet sometimes