Dark Fantasy Genius Novels & Stories

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

“That don’t make me feel better, Channing.” “Sorry. Go on.” “Then I wonder: Is he weirded out by my body? I sag in spots. Maybe he’s noticed the pockets of fat and wrinkles, but he’s okay touching it if he doesn’t have to see it?” Channing choked. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say, Gemma Jansen.” “You wouldn’t think it was ridiculous if was you in the damn dark all the time.” “There has to be a reason he insists on darkness. He’s not burned or physically scarred?”

"I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy." "The real deal?" I laughed so hard I cried. "Francis, your dad wiped out my family, drugged me up, and made me your personal hitman. He kept me alive after he bit the dust, thinking that as long as I was doped up, I'd be your sharpest blade. And now you're talking about being real? Are you sure you can handle the real me?" He clamped onto my wrist, his grip iron-strong. "Haven't I treated you right all these years?"

He wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Drakan's form began to shimmer and fade, his silhouette dissolving into the crimson fog like smoke on the wind. A predatory smile stretched across his face, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "How unfortunate," he purred, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to slither through the air. "Another genius that won't have the chance to shine. Hahaha..." His laughter echoed through the ruined city, a mocking symphony of destruction. "It's such a pity that I wasn't able to give blood to my blade," he continued, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. "But your blood will be more than sufficient!"

"Crushed is an understatement. He wouldn't just be licking his wounds. He'd go after Jean. Gilbert's the kind of guy who doesn't just get mad; he gets even." "You're saying he'd kill his own brother over this?" Alexa's voice was a mix of shock and skepticism. Dio nodded, his lips curling into a wry smile. "Kill, elliminate, murder, butcher, you name it. Remember, I am talking about the same scary smart boy who turned his high school buddies into a cold case. Gilbert's not just smart, actually; he's a genius... with a very dark side. He's been playing this deadly game since he was a teen, and the family? They just clean up his messes because he's their golden-first born-boy."

I put the pyjamas on the pillow and sat on the edge of the bed. He gilt-ed into my room and I wasn’t amazed that much to see it happen because I had it now. “No way! You can gilt too?” he asked after reading my mind. “Yep, and I have molecular kinesis”, I said. “Huh?” he didn’t understand. “I can control things with my mind”, I said. “Like this”, I moved the book that was on my bed straight to my work desk. He looked shocked and I giggled at his expression.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

So, I went further. In the corner, I saw a shadow. Though it seemed a bit creepy, I gathered my courage and headed towards it. When I did, I saw a familiar figure which was fully covered with blood. I was totally dumbstruck when I saw him. " Ryung? Ryung Gwan? Is that you? Hey, wake up! What happened to you?!" I cried as I held him. "What should I do now? Wake up. Please.", I whimpered as I could feel tears falling from my eyes. Why did this situation seem so familiar? His blood was delicious. It seemed to have different and special flavour. I was craving for his blood. "Wh-what am I thinking? Stop it! Please." I cried out as I found myself sinking into the thoughts that could have never app