Dark Hunt Novels & Stories

When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling. < “The Darkhens hold blood oaths above all else. Betrayal is met with relentless fury. In 1887, Alpha Draco Darkhen bound his pack to a covenant with the Coven of the East Wood. The witches, though they eventually delivered the agreed harvest of moonflowers and spell components, were nine days late. Draco, whose pride would not allow delay, led his wolves in a massacre that left no witch alive. Complete annihilation was deemed necessary to preserve the sanctity of the oath.” > My fingers trembled over the paper. Nine days late, yet every witch was slaughtered. I closed my eyes and pictured the horror, the smoke rising bene

"Finally, the game is timed so don't worry if you don't figure it out. I also ask you all finish or put down your drinks so there are no accidents, thanks. Now let's have fun!" The crowd murmured lightly and began to move around, likely bracing themselves for the lights to go out. Nadine wedged herself between Enora and Gil to clutch onto their arms in fear, and they couldn't help but laugh at the action. As soon as the lights went out, a scream echoed, making Nadine jump out of her skin with her own. When they could see again, a man–likely Caitlyn's husband–was in the center of the room with a sword through his chest. People began to shuffle around per the instructions, while Cait and two o

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

I move so fast to reach the endless darkhole. It was endless due to no one have ever discover there's really the end of it, but I'm sure there's a bottom. How can there's not when I located the location of the awakening? “I might be the first one to realize the height of this darkhole!” Just as I finish it, my expression change suddenly into one of a dread.

"Do you really want to argue with me again, Demitri? We have a business to do. Stop causing a fight. I'm not a baby." "You are my baby," he whispered that made my heart pound so hard and loud, it stripped the rationality off me. The sound of birds and insects filled my ears when we entered the dark forest of West Evergreen, one of the few forests in the west that is situated beyond a river, and is not commonly visited by people for two reasons: first, because it's said to be cursed, second, because it is where the dangerous cave of the magical healer is known to be situated.

A dark light surrounds us, a man whom I don’t know is pulling me away from Harold’s body. “You cannot do that guardian!” he is shouting at me; I wave my hand and gave him a blinding light, he was gone. Is he a Redeemer too? How come I don’t know who he is?

It's bright lights blinded her as she stared straight ahead like a deer caught in headlights. "Who the hell?" One of the men growled as the ignition to the car turned off and the driver side door flew open. Shock rolling through her Summer watched as Asher emerged from the car with a wrench in hand. Like a God of vengeance he was on Cliff who was closest to him within a minute wrench connecting directly with his head. The man yelled as blood began pouring from the spot that it connected with. Ignoring his feeble attempts to hit him Asher swung again this time hitting Cliff's temple. Like a rag doll he crumpled to the ground unmoving.

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.

I ordered and the guard bowed. I turned to leave but that order didn't seem complete so I changed course and moved towards the guards whispering in his ear. "Tell him: one scratch on her, and he'll pay for it." And I walked to the warehouse smiling; my prey was waiting. I am the don of the Draevyn family. A terror by night, and famous for my unforgiving spirit. I am the Life Reaper. I am Rowan Draevyn. Finding my second mate didn't make me weak - I would prove I was stronger than the seven before me.

The Darkness didn’t hesitate again. It flooded him. Not trickling. Not whispering. Pouring. Like an ocean breaking through a dam. Pain tore through his bones. His spine arched. A scream ripped from his throat— Then twisted into something deeper. Something ancient. Veins blackened completely. Skin cracking like dried earth. The air around him distorted. Reality bending. Hunters’ corpses nearby began sinking into the soil like the earth itself rejected them. The forest groaned. Roots crawling. Branches snapping.