Dark Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w

They spun around, their hearts pounding in their chests. There, in the distance, they saw it. A figure, shrouded in darkness, stood amidst the ruins of the forest. It was a silhouette, a mere outline, but it was undeniably there. And as they watched, it began to move, slowly, inexorably towards them. Liam and Xal'dar exchanged a terrified glance. The battle was not over. A new threat had emerged, a darkness even more profound than the one they had just defeated. As the figure drew closer, they could make out more details. It was tall, almost inhumanly so, and its form seemed to shimmer and distort in the dim light. Its eyes, two glowing orbs of pure darkness, seemed to pierce their very soul

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

"And then... it all went wrong." Seeing that she didn't want to talk, he didn't press her further. They walked in silence for a while, the forest around them alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Daphne's mind drifted back to everything that had happened, to Seraphina's betrayal. A fierce determination burned within her. She vowed to make herself stronger and come back to take revenge. ******* Seraphina's heart pounded in her chest as she paced back and forth, her boots clicking against the cold marble floor. The tension in the air could be felt even from meters away.

It burned like liquid fire, tearing through my skin, responding directly to the homicidal fury consuming my soul. Behind me, a thick shroud of darkness began pouring massively from my skin, swirling through the air and separating itself to form a massive, terrifying entity: **The Crimson Shadow Wolf**. The phantom beast materialized with a deafening, unholy roar that shook the very foundations of the obsidian castle. It was a sound born of pure malice and ancient death. The glowing red eyes of the ancient spiritual wolf locked onto Lysander with a bloodlust that matched the agony tearing my heart apart.

During the cold, the girl let out a loud cry, and I held her tightly against my chest. “Take them,” I barked. “Now.” We vanished into the night. Old blood and new ambition emanated from the underground temple. Hundreds of the Death Pack, which were full of cursed wolves with unnaturally bright eyes and covered in darkness, had Dante waiting at the altar. He resembled a shadowy king, sweating on his hair and having veins that were black from the dark beer he had consumed at this time. He expressed his gleeful approval, saying "You did it." “Don't act surprised.”

Dakota, driven by love and fueled by the strength of his convictions, would soon confront the darkness head-on, ready to unleash the full extent of his powers and save the woman who held his heart. As Dakota delved deeper into the heart of darkness, the air grew heavy with an eerie silence. His senses heightened, alert to any sign of danger. He knew that every step brought him closer to Claire, but also deeper into the clutches of the Twelve. The path before him twisted and turned, leading him through dimly lit corridors and hidden passages. Dakota's instincts guided him, his wolf-like intuition guiding his every move. He navigated the labyrinthine hideout, avoiding the watchful eyes of the

“The moment it takes effect, you’ll fall into your own consciousness. Your body will remain here, but your awareness will be trapped inside, understanding the mindscape the darkness has created. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “The manifestations you face will feel real. If you die in there, your body dies here. If the darkness consumes you in there, you’ll transform here.” Her ancient eyes held mine. “There is no safety. No escape. Only victory or destruction.” I looked past her to Darius. His expression was anguished, barely controlled. Every muscle in his body was tense, like he was physically restraining himself from interfering. “I love you,” I said to him. “Don’t.” His voice was rough. “Don

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on