Dark Redemption Novels & Stories

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

The darkness was not empty. It was like a deep, ice-cold ocean into which Abigail’s soul slowly sank, drifting toward a bottomless abyss. Rodriguez’s claw had not only torn through her flesh—it was as if it had severed the very thread of her existence. The sounds of the base, the explosions, and the distant echoes of Sadira’s Core detonation all fell silent. Only one thing remained: a distant, pulsing red light that would not let her vanish completely.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

' The illumination of the breaking of dawn and the light from the bright red Nirvana flames that surrounded them, the crimson hue that filled the image being shown was a perfect hue as the light exploded. The roars turned into howls of disparity. With cold eyes, Diana Ritchell watched every emotion of disparity and hopelessness from the beasts' eyes. She fed on their sadness with cruel affection. Diana Ritchell could not help but tilt her head high as she looked at the lightening skies. The skies were painted with crimson blood as if the gods were showing sympathy for the loss of lives in the wolven continent and the other continents.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

His eyes were nothing but endless pits rimmed with crimson, leaking trails of inky shadow. Darkness clung to him like armor. His hands crackled with it, curling tendrils weaving through his fingers. And though his jaw still held that familiar sneer, it looked wrong, almost distorted, as if the corruption itself was pulling his features taut. I forced the words out, rough in my throat. “You look terrible, Ryker.” My claws withdrew from Jacob, who slid away, forgotten for the moment. “That darkness is eating you alive from the inside. You need help.”

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

’’ And there we go people, he broke my freaking heart again but we won't show that to him, I wiped my tears and told him, ‘’Listen Rowan, I dont give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I'm sure you can.’’ Good fucking riddance, he went away and all the tears streamed down my face.my phone started ringing, my mothers call.

Now back at the secluded cottage>>>>> The woman saw more and oh, that darkness that they followed, that darkness that led them, that darkness that wanted to rule, causing blood to spill as that darkness, enjoyed the blood and slashes, the darkness also taking what the darkness wanted. "A darkness descends, blood, so much blood, a tempest of blood and steel, power, brother against brother, friend against friend. A land that shall weep, and the cries of the innocent that will go unheard and that one death that might change everything", the woman's lips moved as these words came out of her mouth in hushed tones that felt so heavy in the air. As it played out more to her, her face contorted, it