Dark Fairy Core Novels & Stories

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

And in the center of it all stood a massive three-dimensional projection—a holographic map of the entire Soul Recycle Program system, each world rendered in perfect detail, floating in space like miniature planets in a twisted solar system. Every world we'd survived was there, glowing softly. Dracula's Castle with its gothic spires. The Siren's Valley with its moving water. The Sandman's Sandbox, cracked and glitching where Mia had damaged it. The Crimson Hunt with its blood-red light. Dozens more we hadn't seen yet, each one a new nightmare waiting to consume us. And at the very center of it all, pulsing with dark energy that made my eyes hurt to look at directly, was the Core, the heart of

Endless skin rising and falling with breath, wrinkled like mountains. I forced my gaze up— And saw it. A golden eye, massive as the moon, peeling open slow. The true heart of this entire world. The Omniscient Core. The final boss. No—worse. Not just a boss. The core of the system. The one who'd ordered the milk. It didn't swing. Didn't strike. Just stared at Darren. And Darren—locked in that crazed grin—started glitching out. Pixel by pixel, he broke apart, crumbling into nothing.

The game was glitching thanks to Zen’s side quest that conflicted with Damian’s as they were in the same party. “It really is fairy trafficking,” he confirmed. “I need to kidnap ten fairies and give them to him.” Unsurprised, Zen took a closer look at the traps. “How do these work?” he asked. Proudly, Damian introduced his newest creations. “Meet the Fairy o’ meter version 3.2! With a juicy morsel of fairy cake offering as a bait, the cage will trigger when a fairy flies into it and trap the winged menace. Following that, a priest’s blessing circle will activate and dispel the madness caused by the miasma. After which, the fairy will be given instruction from a secret manual hidden in the ca

“You have no power here.” “Don’t I? Look around, Kiera. This whole place is built from the darkness you absorbed from me. Every thought, nightmare, and moment of darkness… I’m woven into all of it. You can’t face this darkness without facing me.” The landscape shifted. Buildings collapsed and reformed into new nightmare. The pulsing ground split open, revealing depths I didn’t want to contemplate. “The core,” I said, remembering the witch’s instructions. “I need to find the core of the darkness.”

It was the Core-Prime-the source of all shifter magic and the thing Aethelgard had been trying to control. "Lilith... your Elara's shadow she isn't trying to destroy the world," Fenris warned. "She is trying to wake the Core. If it wakes while the humans are still 'Synthesized,' it will drain the life from every living thing to rebuild its own body." The Awakening of the Vault The Archive began to tremble. The jars cracked one by one, unleashing a flow of gray smoke and violet static. The "Echo-Elara" on the monitors started to scream, her image melting into a jagged mask of digital pain.

They looked around, confused, as the blue light of the Origin-Code washed over them, turning their agony into art. The Null-Mind screamed not in anger, but in shock. "What are you doing?" the entity wailed. "You are corrupting the database!" "I'm not corrupting it," I said, my voice echoing with the power of the Source. "I'm coloring it." The golden pillars began to turn sapphire blue. The static faces solidified, smiling, crying, feeling. "Dax, the Core is exposed!" I shouted, pointing to the center of the entity where a bright, white diamond pulsed. "That's the Delete Key! Break it!"

he added and unrolled one of the scrolls. It was a detailed illustration of a magical core. Magical cores are the strings of magic that settles in the bottomest part of a Yoza's heart. They usually determine if a Yoza is Light or Dark. There are rare instances of a Yoza being Grey, that means that they are neutral, they are neither Light nor Dark, in short, they are the freewill. Whereas Light Yozas can never turn Dark and vice versa, Grey Yozas can choose whichever side they want to be in. They also usually possess the rarest and most unimaginable types of magical powers or Mahos.

Fearless, she was fearless. My steps were hurried once the light hit my feet. Razak growled immediately, running around the bend of the cave. There stood two dark fairies. They were a rare sight to see, only coming out of the Southern Dark Wood to try and find their mates or to do bidding for vampires who are not allowed in the Northern mountains.