Dark Fantasy Manga Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

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after a few seconds I heard screams of the robber, out of my curiosity I peeked from behind that man's back only to witness that robber's all of the fingers broken and bended towards his direction. That man didn't even touched him?!!! Or just I wasn't focused enough to see. I don't know! But whoever that man is, he's my life saviour. I could feel abnormal heat radiating from that man, like if you're standing in front of a fire place. I saw a bright red tattoo immerging on his nape out of nowhere. (The tattoo can be seen on the start of this chapter, btw that tattoo was my sketched by me uwu)

A vaporous, aromatic cloud arose and filled the room. She stood motionless and stared into the cloud while an image formed in it. Then a whole scene formed clear and distinct. She saw Dominic standing amongst wolves, mountain lions, snakes, rats and bats. His face was distorted with rage and evil. Mice and rats scurried all around him. Maggie jumped back from the vision as it suddenly shifted, and Brandon Wagner rode of the darkness on his large black gelding. She could feel his power as he grew larger and his body glowed with brilliant light. “I was wrong! I had the wrong man!” Maggie wailed.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’. In the wake of what just went down with Kira, I would prefer to go home and sleep, preferably after rubbing one out in the shower, but I drive over to the container instead. Wails greet me as soon as I open the door. It sounds like the man is being butchered, even though he looks alright. He may be a bloody mess with several teeth missing, but his limbs and organs are intact, which is a much better state than can be said about everyone else who falls into Shane’s hands.

“But you’re not nothing either. All vampires have a soul. Including you.” That lands. I see it. The flicker. Small. But there. “And eventually?” I ask quietly. Sybil’s gaze shifts to me. “Eventually.. when there’s nothing left to take.. you’re left a madman, dangerous, stronger and more powerful than any being.. able to completely demolish kingdoms. It’s dark magic.” Silence settles over the table again. Heavy. Suffocating. The little girl swings her feet gently beneath the chair, completely unaware of the weight of the conversation.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.