Dark Deku Novels & Stories

Arkcadis : Do you smell that, Of course you why I bother asking we share the same body anyway. DaQuan : you are becoming a problem Arkcadis : (Sinister Laugh) with out me you wouldn't even be a live. Arkcadis noticed a distinct presence and warns DaQuan to hide..Shinjuku and Seisaju appear from the portal. Arkcadis : This can't be...I thought I Aliterated him. DaQuan : You'll talking about the guy that's standing next to Shinjuku. Arkcadis : Yes kid he's no joke he was the one that's sealed me in the tomb..if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku.

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

(YOUR DEATH) “YOU will be ‘him’ in that world, as you will take the spot of the holder in that book. You who is the dark reflection of their offspring. You must fulfill your intended destiny as you shall play unto my game as my knight. My black knight, Ramiel.” To the wind that blew its eerie wind and the moon that is in full and somehow resembling a diamond shine, but a curse is hidden in between its beautiful façade. The Sakura petals fall unto his way as a voice wakes him up and made him realize.

Until I see who our newcomer is. My heart constricts at the mere sight of him, and my blood runs cold. His dirty blonde hair frames his angular face, the speckled sunlight catching on the amber undertones. His golden eyes glint with an intensity that could freeze the very soul. He's an embodiment of power, a force to be reckoned with, and my resentment for him boils beneath the surface like a seething cauldron of hatred. Ezra’s presence feels like a shadow cast over my life, a reminder of everything I am not and everything I cannot have. Octavia's destiny is intertwined with his, and I am nothing more than an outsider, a pawn in their intricate game of politics and power.

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

I could feel how eager he was to get answers but unfortunately, we couldn't satisfy ourselves to get an accurate and a hundred per cent sure answer. I sighed, thinking about all the devious things going around. Dark Summoner was truly terrifying and I couldn't even imagine how dark their powers could reach. "I think it doesn't happen completely random. Darkesta attacks the more vulnerable one. The one who's emotionally unstable or at least sad. I heard that most of the affected were young and were dealing with some kind of problems. Darkesta could easily reach the weak spot of those vulnerable around." "But Vilka isn't vulnerable nor sad," I uttered. "We're happy before all of this."

Gabe laughs, “We can do Cards Against Humanity or even Scattergories.” “Ugh, fine then…” Deke pretends to be annoyed but then winks at the rest of us and grins, “So, Jace, I hear you’re working at Shameless. I’ve been there a few times but haven’t seen you there.” “Well, are you a member?” Jace asks. “No, a member for what?” Deke looks confused. “A club member, where you have access to the dungeon downstairs. There is a monthly membership, but it’s costly.” Jace takes a swig of his soda.

He knew the latter was still debating whether he should discount the possibility of another family or accept the consequences of what Jacob’s statement entailed. "According to the archives of the vampire which I possess, Dedari bears a striking resemblance to the feared one of your kind, the greatest healer of all time, known as Kendalf. He is widely known among the supernaturals as the Dark One. As of the time of the memory, he is still mateless and is one of the oldest of your kind, with a strong allegiance to the Prince who I believe should be related to Zande. Don’t you all have any memories of your younger days, any names at all?" Jacob concluded, before throwing out the question to the

"Black light. It's like a fungus. It's eating your dragon-spark from the bottom up. Step two is digging it out." "And how do we do that?" I asked, backing away a step. "More poking?" "No," she said, a small, vicious smile appearing on her face. "This time, you have to pull it out yourself. I'm just going to hold the mirror." She clapped her hands together. The sound was like a thunderclap. Suddenly, the grass under my feet turned into transparent ice. I looked down, and instead of my reflection, I saw Daekan trapped under the surface, his gold scales covered in sticky, black grease that looked like liquid charcoal. He was thrashing, his jaw locked shut by dark chains. Seeing him like that, c