Dark Hermione Novels & Stories

A voice slithered through the darkness. “Well, well,” the woman purred. “The great Elle of the North still knows how to grovel.” I didn’t turn. My hands tightened around the edge of the scrying bowl until my knuckles turned white. “You’ve gotten what you wanted. She’s on her way.” From the shadows stepped the Dark Witch of the South — Morana. Her eyes were pits of onyx flame, her beauty twisted by power. A black cloak swept behind her, stitched with runes that pulsed like veins.

No one outside of her realm should ever see what Dark Sister looks like. Vincent felt the group behind him take several cautious steps back. This told him it wasn’t a mirage or figment of his imagination. Her skin was black as night, tight and gleaming in the flickering lantern light. Her eyes were black with shimmering obsidian, and her teeth were long and promising nothing but pain. His pain. Her form was tall and slender. Her white hair, the perfect contrast to her skin, was snow-white, ending just below mid-thigh. She clicked her long, thick talons together, creating an ominous sound which echoed around them.

My stomach churned and twisted itself into knots so tight I felt nauseous. And they were beautiful. Of course they were. The first woman to emerge from the lead car made my breath catch in my throat. Not from admiration. From the sudden certainty that I could never compete with someone like that. Her hair was and black hair. It fell in perfect waves down her back. She moved with lethal grace like a panther stalking through tall grass. "Selene Darkwater." I heard someone say below my window. Maybe a pack member whispering to another. I moved outside to peep who it was and definitely it was pack members talking to each.

"Or at least, I made him think I was going to. I think I’m the CEO now." Dark let out a low, weak laugh that turned into a cough. He reached out, his hand resting on her stomach. He felt the kick—the strong, rhythmic pulse of his heir. "I knew you were a shark," he murmured. "But I didn't know you were a Great White." "I had to be," she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Because the Devil was sleeping. And someone had to run hell." Dark pulled her down for a real kiss—a slow, deep, and exhausted connection that tasted of survival. When he pulled away, his eyes were clear. The "conditioned" vacant look was gone, replaced by a fierce, protective light.

a voice smooth as silk purred from the shadows. Gina’s heart stopped. She knew that voice. The fog cleared just enough to reveal a figure perched gracefully on the windowsill. It wasn't Julian. It was a woman. She had the exact same silver hair as Lyra, but her eyes weren't white—they were a piercing, malicious crimson. She wore a crown made of black bones, and the dark energy radiating off her made Selene’s magic look like a mere parlor trick. It was the Dark Queen of the Moonborn. Gina’s mother. The one who had orchestrated the entire war from the shadows.

“Do you remember my face when I came into your office to tell you the news of my pregnancy, Elijah?” A hope aroused in Elijah’s heart seeing her smile. “It was pathetic. Devastated but yours…” She shook her head. “Yours seems more pathetic now as you are begging me now. You created the cold hearted bitch out of me so here I am, Elijah. Fuck you and your family. I will destroy you all soon and unlike you Rossis, I won't fail in my mission to ruin you all. Because that Helena Gelati had nothing but this…” Her eyes blazed with hot fury, “Helena Perez, The woman of Evan Conon Hemsworth is the Dark Queen whom you are facing now.” She nodded and moved to leave but Elijah grabbed her arm roughly. “

" The book we read at Tisha's place. It said the warlock sealed the secret to killing Luke in silver and aquamarine. Daniel's necklace is silver and the W sign on it happens to be blue in color. Aquamarine is another color for blue." "I guess that makes sense." Tomiwa shrugged. "But still,we dont know where Luke is and your hunter friends are nowhere to be found." " I don't need them." Daniel frowned. " Not after what they did." "Look,Dan." Jake sighed. " I know what they did was wrong but in a way it turned out for good." "You're kidding,right?" Daniel snapped,glaring across the screen at his friend. " Jake,that's the last thing i expect from you."

It pooled in the air, gathering mass, taking shape. Then she stepped through.The Dark Witch. She was tall, impossibly so, her frame wrapped in tattered robes that seemed woven from night itself. They moved without wind, flowing around her like water. Her skin was pale as bone, stretched tight over sharp features—high cheekbones, a pointed chin, lips stained black as if she had drunk ink. Her hair fell in long, curly waves, white streaked with gray, tangled with what looked like small bones and blackened twigs. But her eyes—they were the worst. Completely black. No iris, no white. Just an endless void that swallowed light.

“You don’t need her, you know. You can have me. Just like you wanted before that slut arrived and took you away from me, you can claim me. Take me as your chosen mate and I can give you an heir, Viktor.” I know the sound of that conniving voice anywhere. And just as I expected, I tilted my head and saw her. Bright gray eyes, long red hair up to her waist, and an hourglass figure that fit the green dress which looked almost as identical as the one Leia wore the night I went to her in the woods. She was trying to provoke me. Unfortunately for her, she could never be half as magnetic as my Darkling girl. Not even in that cheap copy of her dress.

The dark corner was pitch black without a glimmer of light or moonlight. Zoey caught the faint smell of alcohol. Her palms against the man's chest felt solid to the touch. The fabric of the man's suit was of the highest quality because it was soft and comfortable. She was night-blind, so she couldn't see anything in the dark. Going by her gut and the familiar scent, she fell silent for a bit before whispering, "Laurence?" Like a stone thrown into the sea, her cries went unanswered. She was afraid of the dark. As time passed, the fear took her, and her lashes fluttered.