Dark Hermione Novels & Stories

“Well, aren’t you an underwhelming creature? I expected more from the one who will be complicit in bringing an end to hell.” Snapping my head up, I look in the darkest eyes that I’ve ever seen. There’s not even a hint of an iris, and her hair is as dark as her eyes. Her skin, however, is as white as snow and her lips are the color of blood. If she represented a sweet disposition, I’d say she was Snow White. But based on her cold expression, I’d say she’s more like the wicked witch. No, she looks more like Morticia Adams, in her tight, black mermaid gown with its wide sleeves. Rising carefully, I see demons standing nearby and that Fallon is nowhere in sight.

Something intrigues him and he decided to make her his. That day, she lost her every hope, he got his all reasons to live. She lost her light, he got his sunshine. And he came into her life like an angel, that what she thinks and pulled her out of her darkness to another world, to another world of danger and guns. What will happen when the king of darkness falls for the soul of light.?? What will happen, when she gave her heart to the man of the mafia world unaware of his true identity.??? How their love will survive in the world of darkness with some truths which are going to turn their lives ups and downs.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

Chapter 29 Location: red blood pack. Hermione's POV "You know sister, all I currently desire is the recorder threatening my life and hiding location of brother Ron's rescurer but till then let's talk shall we?" "Let's discuss brother Ron's female rescurer" he smile akwardly. Smile withholding darkness, deviousness and evil intentions. I can literally see through him. Hiding his darkness is impossible. They shine darker than a full moon. "Let's begin smoothly and with more reasonable questions shall we?" He questions, I nod.

Everything looked meaningless in her eyes. What did she expect? Didn't they all want to get rid of her? Didn't they want Morana to just scram? Her family… Quirino's family… Daniel… her school friends… Wouldn't it be better if she wasn't here? Do they think so? Morana felt like she had fallen into a very deep and dark hole, and was unable to get out of there. The darkness pressing on her head made her lose focus. For a moment Morana seemed to forget where she was, or what she was going to or was doing.

Her heart yearned for the coveted position. I will ensure she never gets her hands on the position she desires. The pack was in agony over the loss of their leader, consumed by grief and despair. However, they seemed oblivious to the culprit responsible for this heinous act. But I knew the truth - Hermione had committed this unforgivable deed. *** BLAKE POV

His fingers, once unassuming, now twitched with anticipation, eager to grasp the dark powers that lay just beyond his reach. Helen, too, bore the marks of her otherworldly existence. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded like an inky waterfall down her back, framing a face that seemed to defy the laws of time. Her delicate features held an ethereal allure, an enchantment that whispered of forgotten secrets and forbidden knowledge. And those emerald eyes, so captivating and mesmerizing, were the windows to a soul steeped in darkness.

“He has the means to buy it and fix it up, and he knew I’ve had my eye on it, that’s all.” “Yes, that’s all,” Naomi quips. Kristy, bless her, changes the subject, and we talk about potions the rest of dinner. I carry my empty plate to the sink, looking out at the dark yard for Lucas. He hasn’t come back yet, and I can’t shake the bad feeling that’s growing in the pit of my stomach. Sensing my nerves, Freya shadows into the yard, going after my undead lover. The girls help me clean up the kitchen, and I go upstairs to change into a traditional black dress.

The same eyes that had always managed to soothe me in the past. “I read something today,” I began, my voice hoarse as I laid a hand over my stomach. “In the Bluestone library… about the Darkhens.” Leo looked up instantly. “What did you find?” I turned my head slightly to face him. “They’re more ruthless than I thought.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “In the 19th century, a coven of witches made a deal with Alpha Draco Darkhen. They fulfilled their end of the bargain, but they delivered a little late… just nine days.”

The voice hissed again. I scanned the room wildly but could not track the person with me. “Who did they kill? Was it Carissa? Did they kill my daughter?” My voice choked at the end. “She suffered great pain because of them. Her last thoughts were for vengeance. I have answered the call.” “Dark Sister—” I gasped as realization sunk in. Dark Sister was the darkest side of the Goddess. The Goddess was known for being firm but fair. She was kind and a symbol of purity and unconditional love. But with the light must come the dark. Dark Sister was the flipside of the Goddess’s glory and love. She answered the call for those deemed wronged. She is the embodiment of Vengeance and Death. She can only