Dark Invincible Novels & Stories

I barely had time to raise the Blade of the Unwritten to block the blow. The impact was deafening. The sound of our blades meeting wasn't a metallic clang; it was the sound of a scream. A shockwave of black and gold energy exploded from the point of contact, shattering the glass jars on the walls and sending thousands of tiny souls flying into the dark. I was thrown backward, my feet skidding across the obsidian floor. My arms were shaking from the sheer power of his strike. This wasn't the Rowan who protected me. This was the **Inverted Beast**—a creature made of pure hate and Elders' rot.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

in my veins begin to solidify into something colder, harder, and far more lethal. The air in the refinery docks didn't just feel cold anymore; it felt jagged, like the atmosphere had been replaced by a million microscopic obsidian needles. Every breath I took was a battle against the "Zero-Point" fallout, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and made my lungs feel like they were being lined with lead. I knelt in the mud, my body trembling from the sheer, bone-deep exhaustion of the "Reversal Gamble." My vision was blurred at the edges, a flickering screen of violet static that threatened to swallow me whole. I looked down at my hands—the "Obsidian-Gold" skin was charred and peel

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

he said shamelessly. Vinca couldn't make heads or tails of what Damont said. Instead, she stood and ran towards the lady wanting to scratch her face off because she felt she was the one who was out to ruin her relationship. Damont couldn't take it anymore, so he hit her unconscious, and Vinca saw black. ***** "You said she would be awake in three days, what happened? Why is she still in a coma? Frost asked.

I needed to know why he was acting like this. “They finished the chant, Robin. Like I said, they’re Invokers. They call on spirits from the dead to fight their battles. Every hit they land is equivalent to about a hundred souls. You won’t survive it if even two hits land on you, so we need to leave.” My eyes widened. I never knew people like this existed. How were we supposed to get out of here now? I didn’t even finish the thought before I felt something aimed at us. Before I could register what it was, Damon shoved me aside just as a massive surge of energy passed between us and slammed into a nearby tree, completely shattering it.

The three days after I broke the curse were hell for the Darkmoon pack. Drevan the "Invincible Alpha" had fallen. The screaming from his mansion never stopped. Even the brush of fabric against his skin made him convulse in pain. He lay there like a cripple, bare-chested and paralyzed in bed. His fractured spine refused to heal, and broken ribs pierced his organs. Healers came and went, but none could help him. This was the debt he had to pay.

No one has been able to survive their onslaught. The pack rose to prominence after Zavion Kessler- better known as Invictus- the unconquerable- ascended to the throne. He is called unconquerable both in terms of battle skills and looks. They say he is the handsome devil with a soul as bright as the new moon. You getting it, right? He doesn’t know what mercy is. He feeds off on violence and thrives in others' fear. None of his victims got the opportunity to look beyond his vicious death claws. It is also believed that the barbaric alpha eats his victims’ heart and bathes in their blood to enhance his power. Some say he has made a pact with a demon of hell who shares his power with him and in

Although they didn’t lose their strength in the dark, they grew exhausted quickly under the influence of the darkness. The opposite was true for the Undead. Higher Class Undead like Elder Sand, Eva and Marie grew stronger under the blessing of darkness. If there was no moon, Aiden wouldn’t have been able to handle even three strikes from them! “Ladies, I think you have to take the kid seriously if you want to maintain your stellar record,” Elder Sand chuckled and said. “Yes, Elder” “Yes, Elder”

The man came out from behind the curtain, his appearance was quite dark, and made anyone around him feel dread. "I know sir, but I am very sorry and for that very reason, I want to remedy everything, but in order to face Brenda, well Cleopatra, we need your help and that of your army, it is a definite war, and if we don't win, she will possibly wipe out all the humans in DarkVille, and of course possibly my daughter" When Alexander said this last, his voice broke completely, and his eyes filled with tears. "How weak you are Alexander! I've always known that you're a middle breed vampire, that with your things are like that, you've never had any determination, you're only good for managing te