Dark Redemption Novels & Stories

"The Sleeper doesn't want your life. He wants your despair. Because only when the White Wolf’s heart is completely broken will the 'Black Moon' rise." He reached out, his cold, translucent fingers closing around Audrey’s throat. She couldn't breathe. The coldness was absolute, a void that was sucking the heat from her blood. But as the darkness began to take her, a heat erupted from her chest. It wasn't the golden light of the Origin. It was a dark, fierce red—the color of a dying star. The locket around her neck began to glow. Valerius shrieked, pulling his hand away as if he had been burned. "The Crimson Seal! It’s still active!"

He shook his head, "He is not going to kill me and I can't...I just can't keep living like this." "If he thinks I can be saved, then he is wrong, I can't, I can't be redeemed." His eyes spoke volume, "The whole idea of redemption is fucked up actually, it's like giving the criminal a reward, telling him, okay you fucked up but now here is a second chance for you...that shit doesn't happen. I can't be redeemed unless I can undo what I did and that's impossible, it won't ever happen, I am just gonna ruin it more." "I was better before you, why, just why did you have to wake up that little bit of human left in me." He shook his head helplessly, "Cara, I've been living in darkness for so long, i

Dread growled, his eyes blazing with deadly intent, “not before I’m satisfied that you were capable of such audacity.” Another brutal hit from Dread caused half of the palace to crumble, sending Ryker tumbling into the wreckage. He groaned, battered and broken, but his dark magic flared. The debris exploded around him as his power surged. He stood, his eyes now completely black, a torrent of darkness emanating from his body. “So it was you…” Ryker’s voice was low, twisted with madness as he locked eyes with Dread. “The reason she refuses to love me.” Ryker charged at Dread, his dark magic swirling around him like a tempest. But Dread didn’t move. Instead, a red aura surrounded him, soon mixi

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I locked Anna and myself inside my suite with the promise of not opening it until we both resolved our issues. I gave her the chance to name anything she wants me to do, that am willing to do it as long as it pulls down this wall between us. A chance which is still very open. She did say something though, but what she asks of me is something that I am never going to do. Let her go? She got to be fucking kidding. I’m willing to let Xavier go but I am never letting Anna go. She is like my better half, the only redemption I have in my world of crimes. She is like the light at the end of every tunnel and for that reason, am never letting her go.

The sky is very dark today, not shining any stars, no moon at all today, maybe it is New moon day. The energy of night is always entranced me . I don't know why but I'm feeling mysterious and unattainable to myself. It seemed like a new world to me. The world that operates by its own. The night has more power than the day because its seems like it unleashes what seems like another personality in it's inhabitance . It's a space of Passion, greed, crime, love, creativity, depression and awakening. Its where deals are made in the shadows of alleys and secrets are kept through the light not peeking through the space.

My eyes dart to the window, and what I see there makes my heart stop. Red light streams through the glass, casting everything in my room in shades of blood and shadow. This isn't the warm, golden light of sunset or the cool silver of moonlight. My heart sinks as the full realization crashes over me. I can feel it. The crack between the mortal world and the dark realm. The air itself seems to pulse with malevolent energy. "No," I whisper, my voice barely audible in the crimson-tinged darkness. "No, no, no." It's the Seventh Solstice.

When it was finally over, Razl’s claws and fangs were drenched in blood, and he found himself standing a few feet away from Curtis Donovan’s shredded body, while the bastard’s men lay mangled and broken on the ground around him. He’d thought he understood the dark, destructive power that he held inside—thought he’d known what it was capable of. But he’d never had a clue. This had been unlike anything he’d ever known. Violent and unstoppable, an endless supply of strength and speed that he could have never imagined, all held in perfect control, used for one specific purpose: to keep Tourmaline alive. To keep her safe. Keep her with him. Forever. For the first time in his life, his dark wolf h

Their hands are filled with so many blood but him agreeing his daughter killing someone without the person committing a crime is bogus. "Take him and lock him up. No food no water for three days." The boss commanded and i was jacked up. That was the worst punishment a person can ever receive. The room is usually very tiny and dark with no window,no means for ventilation. No food,water and air. This is a death mission.

"Back in the day, being the operative term. Look at you all washed up, and pathetic. Don't you want vengeance for your wife? I know if Zinjo died I wouldn't rest until the culprit was brought to justice." Redford leaned against a tree and remained silent for the next few minutes, He started to say something several times, but stopped. "She's dead because I let Dunkelheit into my life. I wake up every day knowing my carelessness got her killed. I sold out everything I believed in and she still died." His face now carried the rage of a thousand suns.