Dark Eater Novels & Stories

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.”

The utility closet door doesn't creak. Damian doesn't tolerate human failures like squeaky hinges. He buys silence. I'm holding the Syndicate harvester by her ankles. Her skin has already gone waxy, the fight-heat draining from her body, replaced by the cooling-mutton chill of the recently dead. The silver threads in my forearms are retracting now, pulling back into the shadows of my blood, but they leave a hollow, gnawing ache in the marrow—the metabolic invoice for a Tier 1 kill.

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

The dandelions came to a standstill as the winds receded to nothing. Their vision faded to black even as they were swallowed up. Outside, Godeater’s reflection spread across Thanatos’ black hull. Despite both being black as ink, there was an emptiness and coldness to the void that made it absolutely distinct. And of course, there were the tendrils of dark purple energies that bordered between Godeater’s shadow and whatever it was consuming. Its darkness swept across the omnitronium-laced chitin with ease, even as it dug deeper into the exoframe below. The absolute void sank down further and coursed through Thanatos’ liquid circuits and consumed its numerous modules and systems.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

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.

"You know you're actually sweating.Just forgive him and go back to calling him Vador." "And why? I'm just an assistant," She frowned. "He's really comfortable around you" Vador was still in the study when Aleister brought news to him concerning the dark witches. "This letter came for you Vador," Aleister said dropping the letter on the table. "What does it say?" Vador asked looking up. "The dark witches have been killing the pure blooded in the east. The letter is from lord Jack,he needs more protector," Aleister replied. "I wonder why the dark witches keep coming back "Vador licked his lips.

An uneasy feeling sweeps over me as I peer back down at my bonetta. “NOW!!” Beard bellows, and his voice rumbles through the palace. I snap my head up, watching in slow motion as he removes the Dagger of Eternal Death from the inside of his boot. He raises his arm and drives it straight into the Dark Oracles' heart. Tyber and Jaja both let a roar rip from their throats as they leave my side and rush for Beard. As a black light rips her chest wide apart, the Dark Oracle cries in anguish, sorrow, and despair. Beard yanks the blade out of her chest and raises it above his head as he faces us. His soulless eyes darken to the severity of an eclipsing moon.