Dark Eater Novels & Stories

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

he added. Dark has just shot himself.

One of the alpha mumbled. “What are you?” Another alpha shouted. “Me? I am a dark DAOB. Call me Dakar!” Dakar said as he coldly gazed at the four alpha. “What is that?” One of them yelled out. “Let me show you!” Dakar slyly replied. His eyes as dark as the sky gazed into their eyes, and terror took over the expression of the four alpha. “AhhhAhh.” The night became noisy with the painful cries as the four alpha's energy got drained from within them.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

I fought on the ground, my obsidian daggers a blur of violet light as I carved a path through the Walkers. Dante was a whirlwind of violence beside me. He didn't have his wolf’s form, but he had a wolf’s heart. He moved with a brutal, high-velocity efficiency, snapping necks and shattering visors with his bare hands. The "Void-Tether" between us was a steady, white-hot line, feeding us both the strength we needed to survive. We reached the lobby—a cavern of shattered glass and flowing violet sludge. The elevator was dead, the shaft a smoking chimney.

“Fuck… I’m fucking close, Deadly.” My voice came out shaky. I lifted my hips, pushing myself against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair. His tongue flicked faster over the sensitive spot and a sharp gasp escaped me. My hands slid over the table as my body trembled. “Your fucking juice is all over my mouth. I knew you could come back-to-back on Deadly’s cock,” he murmured. His fingers moved between my legs again, rubbing slow circles over my clit. A soft moan slipped out of me while my thighs quivered.

A cloud of dust rises as a sleek black motorcycle roars down the desolate highway. Its engine growls with power, propelling the bike forward with unstoppable force. The rider, known to many as Dante the Lycan hunter, sports a rugged leather jacket adorned with countless patches and insignias. His eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses, He exudes an air of mystery and danger. As he approaches a weathered roadside bar, the sound of his engine echoes through the open landscape halting at a bar.