Dark Medieval Fantasy Novels & Stories

Dark magic. The white flames around her smoldered. A rumbling, guttural laughter echoed through the ruins. "You thought you'd won?" Vladimir's voice. No. That was impossible. Her silver eyes flared upwards— And there he was. Standing stock still. Bloodied. Bruised. But very much alive. His golden eyes gleamed with something feral, something untrammelled. Emereah struggled to stand, but chains—heavy, black chains creaking with dark magic—wrapped themselves around her wrists, her ankles, her neck.

I asked nervously, certain that her answer would disturb me. “The Dark Vampires, or the Nightstar Vampyres, believe in the soul also. They believe in its raw power, and they take it from victims, against their will. As such, the magick, the spirit, in the blood they drink is more potent. But it is a dark potency, and these things do not come without a cost. The Dark Vampires are cursed to live under the cover of night, and above all they covet power. They cannot walk among the living, for in the sun their skin burns. They do not look as we do, Ellis. They are creatures of the night, with wicked fangs, pale skin, and elongated claws. They embody the dusk, the moon, the twilight, and the night

Countless fights took place in the Cursed World. James, Thea, Xainte, the Martial Reverend, and the other powerhouses looked at the floating Sanctuary of Darkness ahead of them. The Sanctuary of Darkness was massive and black in color. It was shrouded in black mist that did not dissipate, giving the Sanctuary of Darkness a very eerie and terrifying aura. “Roar!” At that moment, an unknown beast growled. Immediately afterward, the gates of the Sanctuary of Darkness swung open. Then, a black mist emerged from inside and quickly turned into a giant dragon.

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

Now, he is tangled in a mess that he wasn't even sure how he was going to break out from. . . The hallway was large, empty, and shady. The light there was a little dimmer than the one in the throne room. She didn't even know where he was pulling her to but ever since his skin came in contact with hers, everything became numb, plus her heart rate had become one with the beat of a bass drum and it felt so surreal. She felt like she was being pulled into a dream and struggling would only pull her deeper into it. Her body only followed the directions of his pull. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't feel, and she could only hear the beat of her heart in her ears.

I couldn't find the answer in any book. Yes, the dark ones had women, they were all black-haired and black-eyed, pale and infirm, they often died very early and did not possess magic at all. I had light brown hair and gray eyes, average height and a thin body. As for the darkness, she behaved very strangely, then calmed down for a long time, then again tormented me with strange dreams at night. Most often, I dreamed of a dense forest, through which I ran with a wildly pounding heart and completely naked. Branches hit my face, roots of plants dug into my legs, and a huge dark cloud always tried to catch up with me from behind.

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

The problem I’m having is this: If I allow myself even the slightest bit of wiggle room for the veracity of Father Ward’s story in this journal, the door is opened wide for all sorts of other things. Like a child-devouring demon named Moloch or Baal. An odd yellow taxi and odder coins bearing a strange design popping up all over town. A ghostly boy maybe born of a man’s deep pain and self-loathing. A strange place called Carcosa—with black skies and even blacker stars—where it seems lost people go when they’ve nowhere else. Someone or something named Hastur (a name which runs cold shivers down my spine even thinking it).

I look below and I see Xane and Alex looking around. ‘This isn’t how the game goes!’ I think to myself. My anxiety kicks in and I start to panic. I need to somehow get out of this and get back to the party. I look down and they’re gone. I slowly begin to climb down. I get to the floor and look around. It’s black. It begins to sink in that I’m screwed. Suddenly my hood gets pulled over my face and mask and I get dragged through the woods. I can’t help but to scream.