Dark Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

I frowned as I saw it changing its appearance. "Şimdiye kadar, ölümsüzün katili olarak anıldım. Ama bundan sonra yeni bir ismim olacak. Havva'nın hançeri olarak adlandırılacağım. Seni bekliyor olacağım Eve. Unutma, beni sadece sen bulabilirsin. Senden başka kimse yok. Unutma, iki beden bir ruh. Yakında görüşürüz Eve." (Till now, I was called the immortal's slayer. But from now on, I will have a new name. I will be called the dagger of Eve. I will be waiting for you, Eve. Remember, only you can find me. No one else but you. Don't forget, two bodies one soul. See you soon, Eve.) I heard her and I smiled widely.

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”

Miguel loved this girl too much to do something like that, so he finished his drink and left the party at around 8pm. Nadir had managed to feed off the energy of two men within two hours - an athletic bully who had so much of it that if she took all of his energy and life with it, would have enough for a week. However, Nadir could not do this if she did not want to attract the attention of not only humans, leaving a corpse trail behind her, but also "messengers of Heaven", otherwise known as angels, who easily detected the activity of demons on Earth, if they were not careful enough. The other man was a nearly forty-year-old military man, but still full of vigor. Nadir was haunting them whil

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

The Primal Wolf. The God of Dread. And somewhere in the darkness of Ashwood, destiny smiled. The world had just changed forever. —

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. ***

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.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."