Dark Force Rising Audiobook Novels & Stories

He stood up and put both gloved hands inside his pocket. Even her knees started to tremble beneath her pants, she tried to stand but she couldn't. Cold fear rushed through her veins making her mind to black out. "And then it will become hard for you to even step a foot. It'll get harder to breath, don't worry you're not going to die, just paralyzed." Dankworth slowly walk towards her. It's like he is doing some countdown before she met her demise. "Then your tongue will become paralyzed. You can't even scream."

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

"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?"

Demitri mocked. "Who's afraid, Ares?" Prince Evan's laugh echoed in the cave. "Do you think that I, the mighty Prince Evan of Ledoss, would be scared of just a magical healer-" There was a growl and wait... a thunder? A thunder inside the cave? And that growl. That wasn't surely a human's growl. However, it was somewhat familiar. I guess I already heard it from somewhere. I contemplated for a moment, only interrupted by Raja's voice.

The air itself seemed to bend and ripple, a sickening pressure building with every passing second. Evryn’s heart raced as she felt the dark force surge from the rift, its presence like a tangible weight pressing down on her chest. The figure beside her staggered back, his face contorted in shock and disbelief. “No,” he whispered, his voice full of despair. “It can’t be…” But before he could finish, the rift pulsed once more, and from it, a terrible roar echoed—a sound that seemed to shatter the very fabric of reality. Something massive, something far beyond the guardian, began to emerge.

The Darkness Takes Hold Daniel had never felt so clear-headed. So strong. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he wasn’t drowning in fear or doubt. He wasn’t fighting against something he couldn’t control. He was the control. Power thrummed through his veins—dark, intoxicating, and endless. He could feel the ancient force within him, guiding his steps, sharpening his thoughts. He stood at the head of Veyron’s army, gazing down at the battlefield stretched before him. A sea of supernatural warriors stood at the ready—creatures of the night, rebels who had long abandoned the council, and shadows that slithered through the ground like liquid death.

Tommy urged, his voice tinged with urgency as he propelled Andrew towards his friend. The eruption of dark power had not only unleashed chaos upon the battlefield but had also ignited the dormant darkness simmering within Andrew. With each stride he took towards Diana, he felt the tendrils of malevolent energy wrapping around him, infusing him with newfound strength. The darkness surged through his veins, intertwining with sensations of pain, anger, and an indescribable something else that clawed at his essence.

Liam turned back around and addressed her calmly, “It appears you have unlocked the doors to darkness. We ask that you be more patient and cautious in your journey down the path of knowledge. All things come in time.” Without warning, he raised his arms high above his head. This time he formed a small glowing ball of firelight. It hovered overhead in the center of the room, spinning rapidly while heat permeated the room, warming her throughout her body and immediately calming her and bringing her back to her senses.

Luke was jolted out from his thoughts and he turned around to see Razor standing by the door. "How did it go?" Luke enquired. "It was a success." Razor replied proudly. " The werewolves are dead." "Are you sure?" Luke gave him a questioning gaze. "Yes, My lord. I can bet my life on it." A triumphant smile appeared on Luke's face as he clasped his hands together. "Excellent!!" He said " We are one step nearer to my ascension to godhood. Appetizers have been attended to.And now..." Luke faced the window overlooking the town. A dark smile crossed his face. "....The main course. "

I try to act casual as a waitress brings me a fresh glass of whiskey. “Care to introduce me to your new friend?” I ask, motioning to the animal who is groping her ass now. She flinches when he moves in behind her. She doesn’t want him touching her. So why isn’t she just slapping him away? Why the fuck is this eating me alive? I can’t stand to see his hands on her. If she doesn't do anything soon than I might just do it for her. *** Sierra