Dark Eater Novels & Stories

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.

Until one of the oldest among them, Katarina Demidov, broke the tension with an icy voice: “He has returned.” Everyone knew exactly who she was talking about. The Herald of Darkness. The Hunter of Balance. Called the Final Judgment in ancient grimoires. The entity that could not be corrupted, bought, or controlled. The one who extinguished anything that violated the natural order of the worlds made no deals. “They say he absorbs sins with the flesh of their own creators,” whispered one of the alchemists. “That his body… is made of all the monstrosities he has destroyed. That every living part of him is a condemnation.”

something dangerous and dark. Another email popped up immediately after. 'Good night, Elise. Don't worry too much. We don't have any bad intentions towards you. Rest well and don't forget us. We'll meet again soon. And before we forget, please note that we don't harm anyone innocent. Never did, never will.' Azael & Reuel.

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

Mark told him. “He is also not an angel, fey or elf. That left vampire or warlock.” Grandfather Eivor said. Savannah tried to describe him to them, but her memory was hazy thanks to that damn sedative. Dorian did his voodoo mind reading shit to her which shocked both her and Daniel. It was weird to be part of it and it made me somewhat nauseous. “He is a hybrid vampire/warlock. His name is Vegas, well that is the name he goes by. He also happens to be Ulriks half-brother.” Dorian explained.

And I was running out of time. A deep, unnatural growl rumbled from the darkness. The ground trembled beneath me, cracks forming in the earth as a towering figure emerged from the shadows. The Devourer. It was larger than I had imagined, its body made of writhing smoke and bone, its hollow eyes glowing with an ancient, insatiable hunger. The air around it pulsed with dark magic, sending waves of nausea through my body. I forced myself to stand tall. "It ends tonight," I whispered, mostly to myself.

All around me, warriors were doing the same, shaking off the psychic venom. Kael was on one knee, his sword driven into the earth for support, his head bowed. But the Dream Eater was spent. That last pulse had been its final breath. The dark mass was now insubstantial, a fading shadow. The exposed nexus flickered wildly, unstable vulnerable.

and with that he left her room. "I'll never get exhausted from seeing your face," Ava sighed "What did hell am I doing? I'm not falling for Vador,I'm not falling for the dark lord," and with that she fell asleep. The next morning Vador was seated at the dining table waiting for the maids to bring his food ,not that it was of much use,he needed human blood but had to cope with bags of blood as he was warned in the last council meeting against killing female vampires just to quench his thirst. He had killed over fifty female vampires in a roll.

It's bright lights blinded her as she stared straight ahead like a deer caught in headlights. "Who the hell?" One of the men growled as the ignition to the car turned off and the driver side door flew open. Shock rolling through her Summer watched as Asher emerged from the car with a wrench in hand. Like a God of vengeance he was on Cliff who was closest to him within a minute wrench connecting directly with his head. The man yelled as blood began pouring from the spot that it connected with. Ignoring his feeble attempts to hit him Asher swung again this time hitting Cliff's temple. Like a rag doll he crumpled to the ground unmoving.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”