Dark Invincible Novels & Stories

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

"Take your men and wipe out the goblins below us. There's another force coming up that wooded hill to our right, they're mine." Rhett swung his arms back and forth and rolled out his neck. "You got it; I hate those slimy fuckers." As Rhett signaled his men and they crept down to the valley, Damien reached inside the minds of his men and told them about the surprise awaiting them. Damien walked out and stood at the edge of the hill. He bent his neck from side to side then shook out his hands. As the first wolf appeared from the forest, Damien closed his eyes. He waited until the hillside was littered with as many men as possible, he could see each of their faces and the whites of their eyes.

Damonq and Gary burned several of the parasites and then moved over a few inches. The creatures had tried to embed themselves in her ribs to keep from being seen or removed. Darkness is a master devil, Gary pointed out. Not just a master devil, but one that is ancient and has schemed and battled his way to the top of the food chain. In other words, he is extremely powerful. For your woman to resist his compulsions and continue to fight him, she must be very strong. Once ancient blood flows in her veins and she is full like us, she will be even more so.

Well, it’s probably obvious to someone who’s been abandoned that a reminder about such an event was a trigger to a much painful breath than death. “Be prepared—” Dark’s voice was deep, groveling, as though it had been pulled from the depth of the ocean, and was echoed by a menacing tone that made it look as though two people were speaking. “—to die!” The mistress laughed as Dark charged blindly. The flames of his darkness lashing toward her as though some kind of lasso whipping in the air, but, as usual, she managed to annihilate it with a wave of her hand. She was the propagator of the Sylvania’s strength and has, thus, full immunity to it.

“Tomorrow is not about politics. Tomorrow is about our daughter. She gave up her entire youth to give us this peace. Let them wait in line. Tomorrow belongs to Faith.” Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the bright lights of the North Academy, the sky was pitch black. Deep within a hidden, underground corporate facility funded by the remnants of Vance's company, a heavy metal door slid open. The air inside smelled of stale chemicals, rusted iron, and dark magic. A man in a tattered gray coat stepped out of the shadows. His face was pale, and his dark eyes burned with a manic, hateful fury. It was Silas. He had survived the collapse of the Archive, but his dark shadow powers were fracture

Lyra slowly pushed the bedroom door open. The sight that greeted her made her gasp. The room was dimly lit by a single oil lamp burning on the bedside table, its flickering light casting long shadows across the walls. On the floor, only a few feet from the bed, Dominic lay curled in on himself, his entire body trembling violently. His hands gripped his head as though trying to stop it from splitting apart. Thick veins stood out along his neck, and every muscle in his body strained against an invisible force that seemed determined to tear him apart from within.

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

Hardened. “But unfortunately… I can’t find him. Something darker slipped into his eyes. “Instead,” he went on, quieter now, more dangerous, “I found out, you're still with that fucker.” Before I could react, he moved. Fast. He bent down until his face was level with mine, close enough that I could see the faint scar cutting through his brow, close enough to smell the sharp hint of mint on his breath. Too close. “So,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something low and lethal, “Where is my cousin?” My pulse slammed in my ears. Jack. He doesn’t know. The realization flickered through my mind like a fragile flame in the dark. He doesn’t know Jack is dead. Which meant Alex had kept it contain