Dark Moon : The Grey City Novels & Stories

Hadrian said, “Let’s get going.” Mia reminded them all. “Watch your step. There’s something unusual about this city.” James scanned the Dead City’s surroundings. The city was completely still, and not a single sound could be heard. The city was shrouded in black fog, adding to its mysterious air. James was undaunted as he was strong and had a Demonic Body that was formed by the Demonic Lotus. The Demonic Lotus came from the same source as the power that surrounded the area, so he had nothing to worry about.

The determination in her eyes was met with an unreadable expression from the god, his face a mask of stoic serenity. They broke through the clouds, and Esteria's breath caught in her throat once more. Below them spread a city unlike any she had ever seen. The Demon City, nestled in a vast, verdant valley, was a marvel of architecture and nature intertwined. Towers and spires of obsidian and dark stone rose gracefully, their surfaces glistening like polished onyx. Rivers of molten lava flowed through the city like veins of fire, casting a warm, ethereal glow.

At times, to taunt him further, Luther and Tristan also enter his dreams, reminding him of how they were able to mock him and help him escape in front of his followers. The plan worked remarkably well. In a matter of weeks, Andrew was able to locate us, and we were prepared for his arrival. Following Luther's suggestions, we all settled in the city of Dark Fall, which is situated in the Antarctic. The name of the city itself says a lot about it. Of course, you won't find it on any human maps since it's a vampire city. Even most vampires are unaware of its existence; only the ancients know about it. It marks a sort of catastrophe that vampires faced, a subject Luther avoided discussing. The t

THE rain had stopped just before dawn, leaving Dilim City drowned in silver reflections and smoke-colored fog. Although the Nacht Territory had always been dark, every sunset, a faint light could be seen at the horizon. Hevian again witnessed the chaotic charm of the Midnight District as if it breathed with dangerous life. The magic of the Moon Festival was suddenly gone. Instantly, as if it never happened. He'd long been used to it. Inside the council chamber on the Midnight Fortress, Hevian adjusted the black clasp of his cloak while Fang stood before the enormous window overlooking the city. Traxan, Fang's Beta, immediately excused himself as he saw him approaching his father.

It was short, but the orphan Aria formed a bond with the green Daemon family in a deserted city of no rules to follow. Fast as the wind, the wagon has enter the city of the burning village. It was the entry to the Darken realm, the Neitheria. The remaining light at sight were enveloped by the darkness little by little. The cold air was changed into a hot breeze of a warm atmosphere. From afar, they can see the fire-like village with a blue flame as its sole light. The road is filled with exotic, dreadful and evil creatures. The houses are old big trees, a fairylike threshold but more dark and evil. The lights are only blue that gives one a cold vibes but the air is hot.

He hovers over the eastern district. Selavane, the Dark Moon, is barely visible—a shape of darkness so absolute it seems to absorb the morning light. She positions herself above the western quarter. And the others—Rhazkar burning like a sun, Nylora flowing like living water, Thrym crackling with storm energy, Myrien towering like an ancient tree—they surround the city in a perfect circle.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

They descended hard. Anya swung cold stone with a grunt, Corven's limp body thudding down beside her. Stale, icy wind from the catacombs caressed her skin like breath from a dead deity. She coughed, sat up, and opened her eyes through the darkness. Ell'shivar. City of tombs. They'd succeeded. Ghost lights cast a faint, ghostly glow above great arches carved of fossil bone and obsidian. The entire city below the Dominion thrummed weakly with old, forgotten sorcery—unmapped, forbidden, interred.

Unknown As Flameheart stood in the dimly lit room, shadows flickered ominously against the walls, swirling like dark tendrils. Outside, dark clouds began to gather, casting a heavy gloom over Sunshine City. The air crackled with an unsettling energy, and one by one, the people around him fell into a deep slumber, the weight of the impending storm claiming them as its own. Only Flameheart remained awake, his heart racing, sensing that something momentous was about to unfold.