Dark Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

The darkness was not empty. It was like a deep, ice-cold ocean into which Abigail’s soul slowly sank, drifting toward a bottomless abyss. Rodriguez’s claw had not only torn through her flesh—it was as if it had severed the very thread of her existence. The sounds of the base, the explosions, and the distant echoes of Sadira’s Core detonation all fell silent. Only one thing remained: a distant, pulsing red light that would not let her vanish completely.

I buried the old me, but it wasn’t enough. “You’re mine, Darkness,” I challenge, taking control of what my imagination has created. It might not work, but doing nothing is going to leave this traitorous organ where it is for sure. I can feel him covering my heart, see the light fading from the cut as the pitch black nature of him surrounds it. “TAKE IT!” I scream, the raw desperation in my voice impossible to hide, but by the time my voice is done carrying out the command, the extension of him is ripped back out of my chest. ***

Once you step in the vampiric kingdom whether you want to go there or you're just passing through or whether you just wandered through into the Kingdom, You. Can't. Step. Out. You are stuck there till the day you die. And you know what? They don't tell you! Nobody warns anyone! 'It's against the law,' they say. Well that's how it is. Too bad. And I haven't even mentioned the biggest problem of all yet. Him. Darkness itself.

Else. Something. Darker.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

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

Threat materialising from the void beyond reality. The pack felt it immediately. Felt the weight. Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. This Dark was different from Dawn. Colder. Harder. More certain. More convinced that nothing was superior. More determined to prove that existence should be erased. “I am the Second Dark,” it announced. Its voice was ice. Was emptiness. Was absolute conviction. “I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.”

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

She told her that it was Sel who preserved the light of the world in the moon, to protect the world from the Darkness when the sun sank over the horizon. When Lyda asked about the Darkness, Iris then told her that the Light had a twin brother; an evil twin who wasn't born, but rather forced his way from the womb of the Sky Spirit to pursue his brother, killing her in the process. This twin became known as the Darkness. Lyda asked if he had a name, but Iris only shuddered and claimed that the name was lost with the last remnants of their ancestral tribe. Nevertheless, she explained that the Dark Twin's only goal was to snuff out the Light and cover all the world in its Darkness. This led to a

said an Undead who had just walked into the room. Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress. “Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” “Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.” Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Blood Daemons, Undead who derived their strength from the blood of their enemies. The two were twins that had served Dark Shadow even before Muscles and Slender had become her ar