Dark Sans Novels & Stories

Zion spoke out his observation. “Lukas!” The king called out. “Yes your highness” “What dosage did Dr Calvin suggest as the amount enough to turn translucent in darkness...” he asked the Beta who had an apprehensive look on his face. “I think the dosage enough to wreck such damage on these bodies would probably be shine...wait is this what I’m thinking?” “You better believe it...I WANT THE ENTIRE PALACE COVERED IN STARK DARKNESS WITH NO SINGLE RAY OF LIGHT VISIBLE. NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO MOVE AROUND AS WE’LL BE GOING FROM ROOM TO ROOM”

“Choose the black one. She’s a badass baby.” “But, I like the pink one.” “No, the baby loves black, remember dark colors? They love that.” Matias said, nodding his head. “Your High—” “Stop right there, Damian.” Then, signaling Damian to shut his mouth, my attention was still on Matias. “What do you mean the baby loves the dark colors? Where did you get that information?” “Remember? When the baby cries at night, which is, by the way, it’s a fact. Your world will become dark. So, yeah, babies love dark colors, and they will paint your life dark—”

He shrugged innocently, taking a bite. I- “I hope you’ll get constipated.” Dominic let out a small laugh, most of his chewed donuts falling over his black, tight jeans, seat, and gearbox. I’m just glad it didn’t land on me. He matched his black jeans with a loose, simple black shirt, and black sneakers as well. Though, he didn’t bring his shades this time. “Well, I got you a free breakfast, so it’s a win-win for both.” I hummed, half convinced.

Dark bored said. Blake frowned at him. "Do you believe you'll still be alive, Blake?" asked Dark. Blake was amazed and looked at his body lying in bed. The noise from this device was strong, Blake had a bandage on his head, he also had a bandage on his chest. Blake couldn't resist hanging onto his head and chest. Blake turned to Dark, and looked at what he was wearing. Dark is all black, with gloves and a coat. Its elegance was more pronounced in the coat, but the expression on his face was still the same.

Xander chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Rescue, you say? Oh, how predictable. But know this, Dakota, the shadows are my ally. I command them, and they will be your undoing." As Xander finished speaking, the room plunged into darkness, enveloped by an inky blackness that seemed to devour all light. Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful.

The Dark Deity Technique's Ninth Dark Divine Light! This was Chase's customized version, which he created after mastering the Five Colors Divine Light. The Ninth Dark Divine Light ran purely on dark-attribute vital energy as its core. In terms of raw destructive force and elemental matchups, it fell short of the Five Colors Divine Light. Yet because it concentrated entirely on dark properties, it maximized dark element offense. Once fired, it delivered a brutal chill. On the opposite side, Karl only registered some murky gray beam shooting toward him before his whole body felt like he had been dropped into freezing waters. His muscles locked up, and he was completely unable to budge.

Everything was minimalist, monochromatic— blacks, whites, and grays with occasional metallic accents. Beautiful but cold, like its owner. Damien sat at a glass dining table, already dressed in a charcoal suit despite the early hour. He didn't look up from his tablet as I entered, merely gestured to the chair across from him. "Coffee?" he asked, still reading whatever was on his screen. "Yes please." I sat gingerly, hyperaware of my borrowed finery. Rosa appeared with a silver coffee service, pouring with practiced elegance before disappearing. I added cream to my cup, searching for something to say. "Thank you for the clothes."

“Do I seem like the type of person to be afraid of danger? Besides, Xerxes is my friend. I’m coming with you. I'm curious about what’s hidden in the Dark World’s Unknown Region as well.” “Alright.” James nodded. Sienna was not weak. She was an Eighth Stage Lord, and James was not worried she would become a burden. The two advanced into the darkness without any hesitation. The area looked similar to the periphery of the Dark World. It was shrouded in boundless black mist, which contained corrosive powers. Even Dark Beings would be harmed by the power. In addition, there was an unknown power within the darkness. It was capable of blocking one’s Divine Sense and vision. Even a powerhouse like J

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.