Dark Mission Book Novels & Stories

The book almost fell from my hands as I began to run back to the palace. How did I not think about it? How did I not remember that I had seven dead mates and being intimate with one would obviously lead to the same fate. I ran, tears blinding me, the heavy pages of the book slapping against my side. Seven dead mates. And now....him. My chest burned as I stumbled up the palace steps, clutching the book. "Moon Goddess." I gasped, the plea ripping from my throat. "Please.... Don't take this one too."

The parish church next door stood dark, its doors locked, its stained-glass saints blind to what was about to happen in the small stone room behind the sacristy. Father Damien, thirty-two, lean, dark-haired, always impeccably groomed, sat in his black cassock with the top three buttons undone. His Roman collar lay discarded on the desk like a shed skin. In front of him: an old leather-bound book he had found sealed in the crypt during last year’s restoration, its pages brittle, its Latin script jagged and profane. He had told himself this was research. Academic curiosity. A priest studying demonology to better combat it.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

From within its center, two faint red eyes opened. You are not the first. I stumbled back. You are not the last. The whisper wasn’t heard with ears. It was felt, deep inside, pressing into my chest like a weight. “Run!” Damien’s voice finally echoed from the dark. But none of us moved. The shadow surged forward—not to attack, but to the pedestal. In one motion, it consumed the book. The leather burned in an instant, curling into ash. I screamed. “No!” But the book was gone. Everything we had just learned. Everything we could have used.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Long milky blonde hair with a pair red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly, not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby book store to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. Me, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley of the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That’s the title! Yan dapat ang librong babasahin ko. I didn't sleep peacefully. I died young! And to add salt in to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous fantasy nove

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

My other hand summoned the Book of The Damned and as always, the book knew what I needed and it flipped pages over pages in a swift motion until it stopped on a black page with white ink. Dmitry caught sight of it. “Do not even think about it. Trust me, you do not want to use dark magic, Xy. It will only make it worse. And there is a much expensive price tag for dark magic. It could take a toll on you,” he warned me. “Well, I’m not about to lose my mate!” I didn’t heed his warning as I started reading the first line.