Novelas y relatos de Dark Pen

•|•|• There she comes! See how the dark days cease? A mate for one, a savior for us all. •|•|• [Kayos Adren Prime] Tucked away behind countless rows and aisles, I work quietly, a calm silence around me. A pristine comfort, warmth I revel in. Focused, I straighten piles of books beneath the dull flicker of candlelight. Silver rings gleaming beneath the yellow glow. Alchest scampers by shifting down the endless rows of books neatly stacked in piles down the wide oak table.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

Chapter 25: Secrets Beneath the Surface The dawn broke over Brooklyn like a fragile promise, pale light creeping cautiously through the heavy curtains of Damon Draven’s penthouse. But inside, the world was far from peaceful. Shadows lingered in every corner, secrets whispered behind closed doors, and the air hummed with a tension that refused to dissipate.

But there was no sign of Dax. The entrance to the den was a massive, jagged rift in the rock, pulsing with a sickly violet light. I could hear the sound of the Shadow-Wolves' engines a rhythmic, distorted chanting that echoed up from the depths. I didn't sneak in. I engaged the Amber-Shift.

Elena had always known Mr. Lorenzo was the kind of man who haunted dreams and ruined girls for anyone else. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp, chiseled jawline that looked like it had been carved from stone, dark piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through every lie, and thick black hair that always fell in that perfectly messy way. His deep, commanding voice could silence an entire lecture hall the moment he opened his mouth to speak about history—wars, empires, and forbidden romances that ended in tragedy. Every girl in the school whispered about him in the bathrooms, in the hallways, and late at night on their group chats. They talked about his strong hands, how his cri

A slowly death. The punisher was half naked. His face contorted evily in a satisfaction of thirst for blood. The glint on his eyes could not compared to such darkness but indeed it was of such void of evil. his naked back, has a mark of a huge skull and horn which was wrapped in dark circles like an eclipsed moon. Thus, this place was the myth the elders told; the Voidelous Scarke pillars: the origin of Darkness.

' 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.

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.

He scoffs before walking off as if no one is there beside his fellow Shade member. After the quiet passing of the alive creature patrolling, Salavanta resumes unlocking the rest of the concealments. She flips open the trap door and then uses those dark eyes to loom down the ladder. Though there is nothing she can make out other than the ladder itself and the dirt surface that leads to a dungeon. Muffle moans escape the air which sends dread down both the captain’s spine and her other three crewmates. Lard looks at the three. “Good luck.” They all nod in agreement and slide down the ladder. First, it was the redhead that goes first followed by Romera, and then finally the bigger man Garth. La

"Do you have any idea how long almost thirty years in the pits of the Underworld feels like? It is like being trapped inside a very dark hole with no light or warmth. Time never seems to move, and you are left there only with your own thoughts to keep you company. Almost thirty years is far too long for someone like me to be entrapped in such a place, don't you think, darling?" "No amount of time down there would ever be long enough for you." I sneered. With a movement of her finger, Dela closed my airways. I was left gasping for air, my hands clawing at my throat. A cruel glint in her eyes as she watched me with such satisfaction. I didn't know whether this was it for me, the fear of death