Dark Eater Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the smell of decay, and the silence was unsettling. “We’re not alone,” Ethan said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. I followed his gaze and saw the movement in the shadows—infected, lurking just out of sight. There were more of them than I expected, their twisted, decayed forms blending into the wreckage around us. “Stay close,” Ethan said, his hand brushing against my arm as he moved forward. The first infected lunged at us with a guttural growl, and Ethan reacted instantly. His powers flared, a burst of energy knocking the creature back before it could get too close. The rest of the team sprang into action, weapons firing as the infected swarmed toward us.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

"He's just... gone. Like he never existed." "The Old Court can do that," Dorian said quietly. He'd been standing back during the fight, too old and weak to help physically. But his faded blue eyes behind his reading glasses were sharp. "They exist between dimensions. Can erase things from reality itself. The Devourer is the only weapon that works because it erases them back." "And every time it feeds, it gets stronger," Raven said. His amber-red eyes were troubled. "Eventually, Sera won't be able to control it. It'll consume everything."

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.

"Black light. It's like a fungus. It's eating your dragon-spark from the bottom up. Step two is digging it out." "And how do we do that?" I asked, backing away a step. "More poking?" "No," she said, a small, vicious smile appearing on her face. "This time, you have to pull it out yourself. I'm just going to hold the mirror." She clapped her hands together. The sound was like a thunderclap. Suddenly, the grass under my feet turned into transparent ice. I looked down, and instead of my reflection, I saw Daekan trapped under the surface, his gold scales covered in sticky, black grease that looked like liquid charcoal. He was thrashing, his jaw locked shut by dark chains. Seeing him like that, c

" I reassured her then proceeded to untangle her hands from around me. I inched slowly forward, praying in my mind to whatever God was available at the moment for divine protection from those evil creatures. As I moved, I started to wonder how they kill? Did they bite? Or worse swallow? I gulped. The fear of being swallowed alive bared down on me and I gripped my neck hard to avoid making choking sounds. As I walked forward, looking straight ahead like a soldier performing a March past I saw from the corner of my eyes that some of them had started moving closer, inching their way towards us like I predator to a prey. I increased my pace, tripping on some people's leg and causing them to stir

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

He shook his head, took another drink and muttered, “What are the chances it would be those two?” “I’ve often wondered the same thing. With Cassidy’s newfound powers, it didn’t take long for them to locate Holland and Carter--who were calling themselves Asteria and Perses. My mom led a team that took out Carter. It took a while for them to catch up to Holland after that. In the meantime, some quack doctor who worked for her found a professor to open the Blood Moon Portal, and it sucked up my dad, Elliott, Brandon, Jamie, and a couple of other people. I’m not sure who else.” “Dax,” Zane said. Jo looked at him questioningly. “The lanky guy in there, kinda pasty. He was in there.”

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.

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.