Dark Might's Quirk Novels & Stories

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” 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're going to kill you." "They won't be able to land a finger on me," she said, venom dripping from her words. She dragged at Harlow's thigh. "Now, what we haven't figured out is how these two are capable of Magic. How they're able to control minds, send guards flying through the air, and boil their blood." Her eyes narrowed as she became serious. "That's beyond ordinary, Harlow. That's not safe; it's extremely dangerous. No one- not one creature - should be that powerful."

I grinned, “You are the most savage Alpha I’ve come across! You’re worse than Alpha Darius and Lennon !” You're enraged? That's great. Now, get back to work!” My hands were already packed with sturdy logs, which I split into two as I reeled. Even while I was aware of her unparalleled teleportation qualities, I wasn't sure if she would be able to handle such a close-range attack. "This would put her to the test," Dark murmured. He sounded inquisitive. “I'm hoping it won't result in her death.” Since I had already thrown the logs in her direction and they were already flying in her way with a sharp howl, it was too late to reverse my attack.

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.

Whitty crossed her arms and walked back and forth. At the same time, she pondered upon it and said, “My teacher once told me that everything in the world has its disadvantages. If you want to defeat your opponent, you must first find out what their weaknesses are. Meanwhile, this mysterious man possesses light-related attributes. In that case, that means that there’s no way for him to escape in the darkness.” Baby Robbie fixed his gaze on Whitty and asked, “Does that mean we should create the darkness of night?” Whitty nodded.

I said and I saw her dark face calm down. "I can help you but in one condition. I need someone from you who has the darkest personality. As you can see I'm the Queen of Dark Nymphs. I live in others' darkness. I eat their darkness to be powerful. I'm looking for darkness who can surpass the darkness I have," she said "How can we know if we can surpass your darkness?" Ash asked. "Easy. I'm just going to hold all of your hands" said the Queen of Dark Nymphs.