Dark Fic Novels & Stories

Reya exclaimed tearfully, covering her mouth. Even Greta sat up from her seat. Darkness released Derrick's Wolf, frowning as he looked at his bleeding hand, it had been painful recently, like an arrow wound, but getting clawed at, he expected it to heal but it wasn't. Seeing this as his chance, Derrick's Wolf made for Darkness again, but he had underestimated Darkness, Derrick's Wolf was grabbed by the neck by Darkness. Shadows wrapped around him holding his hand down. “You will die, not because your deal wasn't valid, but because you said what you shouldn't have. My White, will never be yours.”

"Obey my command! This creature has disappointed your Lord! He is unworthy of your support and my powers! Strip him of his soul and drag him into the Underworld, where he shall never again see the light of day!" A low, menacing growl emanated from the Darklings as they began to close in on Fredrick. Panic flashed across Fredrick's face as he realized he had lost control. "No! You can't do this! No! Do not listen to him! I am your master! I am your Lord!" The Darklings surged forward, their forms coalescing around Fredrick. He screamed as they descended upon him, each one vying for a taste of his soul. His dark powers, granted by the Dark Lord, were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and e

The pitiful gigantic Dark Race finally dropped to its feet after enduring the ice and fire attack, punching and kicking, and petrification. Lucas's stunning face still had a calm expression on it. He did not look delighted at all. If his Apocalyptic Legion could not bring down a Rank 7 Dark Race, how would he conquer the entire apocalypse? He was thinking of the Apocalyptic Legion’s line up. The strongest was Biggy, followed by White Doll, Scarlet, and then Rayne.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Dark Brood was a pack that lived by their own rules with a reputation for ruthless business dealings and connections to the underworld. "Who is this?" I answered firmly. “Is that how you answer the phone? I didn’t realize that the Alpha heir of Black Fang was rude,” Damian’s smooth voice greeted me. “You are lucky that I even pick up for numbers that I don’t know. So, I’ll ask you again, who is this?” I retorted. “It’s Damian Dark,” “How can I help you?” “It should be how can I help you. I've heard you're having some trouble finding someone,” Damian responded.

Within the span of a few seconds, the flames vanished, leaving behind absolutely nothing. “Ashes to ashes.” Darcia spoke on a sigh of relief. But I was far from relieved. “Di-did we just…k-kill a m-man?” I managed to stutter out as dark spots began to dance in my vision. “He wasn’t exactly a man. He was a demon and once a demon has set his mind on something, they don’t let it go until they have achieved their goal.” Darcia looked at me with a frown. “Hey…are you okay? You don’t look so…”

My Other Face: No Mercy. Alpha Rowan's POV Festus's scream was the sound that finished my morning. I smirked and took the seat opposite him. He hadn’t lasted long. Panic licked his skin and sweat had made his collar dark. The pleading came in rhythm, urgent bursts. "Please, boss. He threatened my family. Please, have mercy." I smiled a slow, humorless smile. "Do you know why they call me the unforgiving spirit of Draevyn?"

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.