Dark Force Rising Audiobook Novels & Stories

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

A whisper rose in the wind, soft but undeniably clear: “You have been chosen. The balance is shifting. One will fall, one will rise.” Her wolf roared, claws scraping against the stone beneath her, instincts screaming for flight. But Lyra couldn’t. She gritted her teeth and clutched the fabric tighter. The forest around her seemed to pulse, the shadows twisting and converging toward her. She could feel the pull of Droxan the darkness she had only heard whispers about in legends, the remnants of a power she had yet to fully understand.

Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light. My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring the moment before the storm.

It echoed through the air like a hollow chant, a sound stripped of tenderness and filled instead with cold, unyielding resolve. I spoke words that did not belong to me, words born from the depths of my new existence. “I am the Hollow.” “The forgotten force that rises when the world has turned its back.” “I am no longer yours to bury.” The air around me seemed to pulse with dark energy, thickening with the promise of wrath and reckoning. Inside this fragile vessel of flesh, something monstrous had awakened—an ancient storm wrapped in shadow and fury, coiled deep within my bones, ready to erupt with a force that no one, not even the gods themselves, could contain.

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

He threatened madly and followed Mikhail. "Marega toh ye mere haathon se hi..." (He is going to die from my hands only) She cursed and walked inside angrily while Aurora was standing stunned there. She can't even dream about talking to Rafael like that, he will fetch out the soul from her body. Damon sighed and rubbed his face when he sat in the car. "This girl is going to test my sanity..." Mikhail chuckled. "Keep her aside, we need to find your attacker first."

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

The overwhelming urge to just be free to do what she wanted and to be forgotten had consumed her. "I told you before." He laughed, "No matter what you're mine and until I say otherwise you will remain mine." "Just kill my father if you want his men, why must you drag me into this?" Summer's voice had turned pleading and it disgusted her. "Just remember these words...." He breathed darkly, "I... will... find... you." A click on the other end of the line indicated that the call was over. With shaking hands Summer sat her phone back on the table beside her before looking to Asher who was still fast asleep.