Dark Hermione Novels & Stories

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

She would destroy everything and everyone Skyrim loved. As the years passed, Seraphina’s bitterness consumed her. She abandoned her old life, embracing the darkness that had taken root in her heart. She sought out forbidden magic, delving into the darkest corners of the supernatural world. Over time, she transformed into something far more powerful and dangerous than she had ever been before—she became Thana, the queen of darkness.

"Her creation didn't appeal Selene, who felt she was going way too far with her work. She even tried to overthrown our goddess, but was casted into the underworld to remain there forever." "Hecate created not only the Ivys, but also the Dark Blood Wolves. These wolves are deadly like the Ivys. They are just black at heart and their steps are filled with darkness. They are strong, but not that deadly like the Ivys that possess so many abilities. Those two creatures are considered abominable to Selene and Diana's eyes. Anything from Hecate are called devilish. That's why we werewolves made it our goal to clear the Ivys when they began their attack on us. Having those creatures around is bad ne

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

A tall, slender woman stepped out of the carriage—striking grey eyes, long black hair cascading down her back. I didn’t need a seer to tell me who she was. Loretta Darkhaven.

- He said. - Even if it's for a few rounds. - She said. - Anyone who fucks him regularly is very lucky. - She said. - Then we see Dark-Dragon later. - She said So, she left What Dark-Dragon had time to think about when he was left alone, what he saw coming in was Morgana standing there at the door. - Good. - He said watching her. - This young and beautiful. - He said in your direction. - Dark-Dragon is smart. - Said the other sorceress in a short green dress with a strap and a neckline that barely hid the beak of her full breasts and voluminous firm thighs and was wiggling towards her.

My cheeks burned. Mira looked at me, eyes sparkling with scandal. “Oh my god, it’s about Prince Soren.” She leaned in, voice low. “The lady drugged him, apparently. He took her anyway… and when they carried her out this morning, her legs were shaking so badly she couldn’t stand. Everyone heard her screaming his name until dawn. They say Prince Soren is… that kind of man.” Of course, he was young and virile. Built like a god of war and maybe sin too. While his father had grown old and even older in bed.

The sound sweeps across my skin, raising the hairs along my arms. I know that voice. His presence is nearly enough to pull me out of the darkness, clawing my way toward the surface. But just as quickly as his voice came, it slips away. And then I’m falling once again. Shapes appear and recede from the shadows. A Shifter—her hair like silver. She looks familiar, though I don’t know her. Lips as red as blood, eyes as blue as the ocean. She turns, looking almost ethereal as the shadows converge, wrapping around her like a lover. She sinks into the darkness, the blue of her eyes fading.

My hand was back to its hideous features as I let go of her. Moments later I was sucked back to my chamber, I hurriedly went back to the book and flipping it back and forth. "The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress" it was stated there that the curse could never be broken, unless with a special power of the chosen one. I had found the chosen one, and the healer, then I had found the witch moments ago, the sorceress heir. I recognized the light brown eyes and the freckles, all of her people had the same exact characteristic features.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh