Dark Fantasy Genius Novels & Stories

He could not, and that made him not to use it to anyone. “I am merely simplifying things here Damian, Damascus. Apparently, a dark sorcerer but he had a kind heart. His heritage came from a powerful dark sorcerer, this making him what he was, but he learned to control it. He learned to infuse his dark magic while keeping his humanity, as my sweet sister had been, she loved Damascus just the same,” Elfar added, his words dripping with sadness, his eyes full of regrets for her sister. "My mother?" "Yes!" "You mean you are my…"

However, we would just have to deal with it. My words made the girls frown, but Aahron’s reaction of a slight nod told me that he must have sensed it too. Every sphinx had a gift on top of the typical sphinx abilities. I had no idea what his was exactly, but I would bet that it had to do with intuition. I handed Dante the amulet that I would be giving to Dakari. He stashed it in his pocket. “Don’t forget your wallet, bro. There’s no way in fuck that they’ll let you buy in with your charm,” Dante taunted Chris.

his professions enhanced her curiosity toward him. She had not revealed it to him yet, but she herself was very fond of those two matters, for her they had a connection to the past, of course Damian was born a genius, while she was clever, but was not a genius, still, she was full of wit and quite the fast learner, it became her greatest advantage in her escape from Vincent a few years ago.

It's easy now to lure him to the darkness, it takes almost nothing to activate the ruin on his back, a small amount of dark magic, and the darkness grows within him. The door to the dungeon opens and I know exactly who it is, Rafael has returned, he thinks I care about my own life, no I only care that his son’s life is doomed to be as loveless as he had made my own. I see him approach the cell and then notice he’s not alone and Drake stands next to him, and I can’t help but laugh, “Alpha Drake, what a surprise, come here because you need guidance, a friend to talk to perhaps?”

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

She argued that with vampirism, witchcraft, and senses of werewolves combined, we will be indestructible. “Niklaus was made with witch powers! Powerful with powers at that! And you think a bite from him would produce the same results?” Lucianna screamed once again, seeking for the attention to be diverted to her. I hid my claws when I saw my aunt averted her gaze to my cousin, Lucianna. I immediately sat beside Natyaramona and assisted her into standing up. Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it.

An eternity of damnation. It has been said that the line between genius and dementia is too fine and too easily crossed. It has also been said that a madman sees things more clearly than anyone else, even more than a man on his deathbed when, suddenly, all of his unholy life is illuminated with terrifying clarity for the first time in decades. In times of dementia, I recommend a madman to guide you. How true is that statement for this damned world we live in, where nameless horrors always lurk in the dark, ready to catch us, trap us, and drag us to eternal ruin.

"I stay in the shadows, weaving my webs, playing my games, orchestrating countless conspiracies, achieving victory upon victory, and yet… They. Have. No. Idea.” He was laughing so hard, tears slipped from his eyes. "I'm very clever, you see. I leave no trace, no trail, nothing. I make it look so natural. Take a look at Daemonikai—he mounted his female into a half-dead state, but because he's a feral survivor, he has no idea what to think. Is it a resurface? Dark magic? Or was it all that crazy maze-trap mind of his? He treads uncharted territory." Zapier wiped the tears from his face. "I thought of all those things quite carefully, deciding... it was worth using up my last favors. The perfec

Between thrusts, Dark-Dragon was making his calculations correct it would even be Trigun, they were dominant and had the same sense of territory, just press the right buttons. When, he thought of his madness, when, he started using his body to manipulate villains, magicians, and gods, that was madness at best. Now, he walked into the automatic Kurayami of the place, that's how he realized it was night... The woman fucked him until he came twice. Thankfully, between kisses, she released him, dressed him and said. On top of her, telling her about some plans Luthor was orchestrating regarding distribution and blaming Astro-Star, throwing a monster made of chemicals.