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The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.

Strong. Not just Alpha scent. Intense. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, rain, danger. Took the medicine... what is this? Kyrian thought. Hand shaking. Reached for water. Too intoxicating. Deep breaths. Air felt heavy. "God, can't faint here," whispered. Vision blurry. "Can't afford that..." Stood up. Fresh air. One step. Two. Luck ran out. Vision went black. THUD. THE CHAOS

When the wind swept through the towers and around the towering spire, it produced a low, mournful howl that echoed across the fortress, making the castle feel less like a royal residence and more like an ancient, haunted mansion. Estelle stepped forward. Her hair danced violently behind her. She turned towards the side, and saw the entire city stretched beneath them. It looked peaceful as other times. But Estelle knew that may change tonight. The wind howled across the obsidian rooftops, carrying carrying an almost imperceptible scent. Darnon's expression changed drastically. His relaxed posture vanished, his brows knit into a tight frown. Every trace of nonchalance disappeared from his face

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

"Bro, what do you want?... Girls or boys?" Mikhail shrugged. "Whatever is in there!" Damon shook his head. "You are so boring!... Aren't you excited for genders... Marona is actually smart to keep it secret, it builds up the excitement..." "Anything! But healthy!" Mikhail chuckled. Damon rolled his eyes. "Give him two pumpkins" He told Marona and both of them laughed. All of them looked at the way towards the basement when they heard a blood curling scream. "Oh my god! Is he doing it again?"

No one here knew about my encounter with one of them. - What can I say about them? the dark one was indignant, continuing to look out the window. I knew perfectly well that a training session was taking place in the backyard. In addition to developing the gift, the girls trained endurance, practiced close combat, and someone even learned to fight with swords. Hope I can join them soon. “I call them reverse darks. The first such blond freak was born to Karim Reed. They are not affected by darkness, they painlessly pass it through themselves, moreover, they can drink any dark one with one touch. Catchers have excellent health, they are faster, stronger and more resilient than any person. This

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

he will always be my MY KNIGHT IN DARKNESS THE END A/n: so this is the end of this beautiful journey.... And happily ever after.... Please tell me how was it?...did you guys liked it or not?..or were you expecting a different ending?.. If you have any questions , you can ask them... I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did... Thank you all of you for your love and support... Thank you Love you all so much.... So this is me ...signing off...good bye...see you all at my next story....enjoy ...lots of love...

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.