Dark Medieval Fantasy Novels & Stories

His pristine white robes, so practical and dignified in the clean, dry halls of the Sylvanae Archive, now felt like beacons announcing his foreignness in this twilight realm of dark wood and blue-glowing lanterns. "Stay close," Eliad murmured, his hand never straying far from the knife at his belt. "Dark elves love nothing more than separating tourists from their purses." Aldergon nodded, not wanting to call out Eliad’s rascism, but he knew the dark elves of this city did have a strong criminal underground. The humidity clung to his skin, making his robes heavy. Unfamiliar scents: some sweet, others pungent, and especially the marsh water, assaulted his senses from all directions.

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

I walked back over to the table and picked up the tray. Sitting on the mattress, I placed it down and wiped my teary eyes. He talked to me. I was glad but I wanted to extend it. Sighing, I forc ed down the pain in my throat and grabbed the glass of fruit juice. °°°° I was still reading the book when the door of my room cracked open. According to this book, the dark realm was the most beautiful planet, there was green all around, and many lives stayed there with dark creatures, everyone was holding power there but no one was stronger than The dark king in the entire universe. That's cool. It also tells that his mate would always be a human and will gain a particular gift after completing the

After few tense seconds where Willow peeked into the room and checked if the vampire is still bound, Brenda said, "there is something here" "Oh my god!" "What?" "There is something on dark rituals" "Dark magic? Isn't it forbidden" "Yes. But not everyone follows the rules. It says if the mage or witch sacrifices a supernatural on that day, that person will gain its power" "But they can normally gain power by other means. What's so special about it?" "They will become immortal, Willow" "Fuck!" Willow swore. It seems that all she is doing lately is swearing. "Not only that" "There is more?"

Luckily during my training, I got well-versed in every genre. Actually, dark romance is a guilty pleasure of mine. Not that I'll ever admit that. I've read many, and I know how to make her books as dark as they can be. She must be new to writing it because she completely discarded the truly dark romance plot and went to the morally gray one. Just because I like dark romance doesn't mean I want to do this stuff to her.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

The red circle witches summoned up a darkness within the pack. They used dark necromancy magic to summon revenants. Revenants were dark ghostlike creatures, they were what remains of the souls of the dead but were tainted and possessed by dark energies. Their touch was so cold it could freeze up someone's beating heart. I watched as the revenants attacked and killed the pack warriors, every attack thrown by the pack against them was futile. They were impervious to harm. The only thing I could do was destroy the source that brought this darkness. The darkness was coming from the mountains, something was generating the darkness from there and I had a good idea on who was behind all these, Yenn

The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever. I felt like the Little Mermaid, fresh on her new legs, each step a dance on blades. Was that what being alive felt like? Death seemed better. That was what I thought until the bleeding started, a faint seep from my wounds. Francis pulled away, fixing the chaos of the bed. "You'll see," I whispered. "See what?" "The real me." I threw the covers off and got up, my legs barely holding me. However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time.

AS THE blood moon rose above the skies of Darantha, painting the world below it in crimson light, the surge of demonic energy was also at its peak. Far from the vibrant Imperial City of Amros, under the ancient ruins in the underground cave in the southern part of Zolheim, it trembled with the echo of forbidden dark magic.

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.