Dark Deception: Monsters And Mortals Novels & Stories

Pausing long enough to digest what she had just done, she closed the cover without recording the second. Looking over her shoulder to the clock, she knew the first red-tinged rays would begin their climb over the city in a few hours. She had hoped to use the time to jog delicious memories, but instead felt the bitterness of disappointment clasp her heart. “Why?” She whispered, hoping in the emptiness an understanding would come. However, dealing with death as she often did, she knew understanding would not come. Years earlier, she learned death was a needed tool in protecting the humans from the night creatures that stalked the city. She once searched for absolution from her duties but k

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

Talismans and amulets, pulsating with forbidden energies, hung from their necks, granting them enhanced speed, strength, and resilience. As the moon slowly descended from its zenith, the Black Wolves dispersed into the depths of the forest, their eerie whispers blending with the rustle of leaves. They set their plan into motion, ready to seize the pivotal role of Daphne, the unsuspecting catalyst in their malevolent quest for power. Darkness shrouded the forest, and the Black Wolves, now shifting into their true demonic forms, awaited the arrival of their prey, their hearts consumed by the anticipation of an imminent victory that would herald the nation's demise.

“I didn’t hear anything after.” “My psychic gifts are stronger than yours.” “Tell me?” “They heard it, Hayden.” He frowned as he saw a look of deep fear cross her face and sensed the worry growing inside her. “Who heard it?’ “The call was so powerful, it reached the farthest corners of the globe. There’s still so many of them left in the world. They’ve just been scattered so far apart but the call was like a rallying cry that connected them all again. Now they know one of their own was killed by a Lycan, and they’re forming the largest pack of Alphas the world has ever known in a thousand years. The dark ones are still around. They heard the call….and they’re coming for us, Hayden, all of th

A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her. I despised myself. I hated the fact that that's what I was. the people who treat me as if I'm a monster, bully me, disgusted me and poked fun at me after what had happened to my friend that night. They didn't approach me, as if they were scared of me. You must be curious too, as to why it was so? The fact that I was not like others, the fact that I was not a human. The fact that I was a vampire, which made me a monster, a monster who drank the blood of human beings.

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

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

I have a very worried Anastasia staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.

The two demons were still laughing when the mirror bled pure red. Thick black smoke poured out from the glass like oil, spilling across the bedroom floor. From that darkness, three more figures stepped forward, making it five in total. These weren’t men anymore. They were tall, horned nightmares — curved black horns scraping the ceiling, red eyes burning like coals, muscles rippling under skin that looked scorched. Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops.