Dark Sans Novels & Stories

It was looking amazing, but it was backless, looking at my back I wondered if there exists a beautiful dress which is also decent to wear on the same hand. Without wasting much time I appeared into the room, standing in my new dress. I thought I was looking the best today, but someone was looking more hot. He looked jaw-dropping hot and that when he had dressed himself in just five minutes. He is all ready and is looking so handsome. My pure evil, Dark. The black colour suits him. I just had a problem when he wears it all day and night, all the seasons. Wearing it occasionally is a good choice. It was smoggy around him, he appeared like an enchanting figure, spraying perfume all over his bod

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

Slowly—too slowly, with a reluctant dread—I looked up. Damian Blackwood stood before my desk, a towering, imposing figure silhouetted against the waning light from the windows. He was silent, utterly unreadable, a statue carved from granite and ice. His suit was black, tailored to perfection, the fabric a rich, almost inky void against the pale office walls. His tie was loosened just enough at the collar to hint at something dangerous, untamed, beneath the impeccably controlled surface. But it was his eyes that made my stomach clench, tightening into a knot of apprehension—cold, sharp, glinting like storm-polished obsidian, reflecting the last of the office lights with an almost predatory in

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

a sneer came on his face as he placed his arms behind his back and walked away, highly amused by the relieved sighs they all let out, the moment he left. *** It was nighttime— but wasn't it all the same to him? The constant darkness, the creeping sense of fear that came with it, the high chance of death, following the change of the color of the skies...it was all the same to Damien. Living in this dark kingdom, with no more than a flame to serve as lighting, even without it, it was still the same, their night vision allowed them to see. The death and dangerous aura, the cool air...it was all the same to him as the night. The only difference he could see was in the day and even in this dark,

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

Well, it’s probably obvious to someone who’s been abandoned that a reminder about such an event was a trigger to a much painful breath than death. “Be prepared—” Dark’s voice was deep, groveling, as though it had been pulled from the depth of the ocean, and was echoed by a menacing tone that made it look as though two people were speaking. “—to die!” The mistress laughed as Dark charged blindly. The flames of his darkness lashing toward her as though some kind of lasso whipping in the air, but, as usual, she managed to annihilate it with a wave of her hand. She was the propagator of the Sylvania’s strength and has, thus, full immunity to it.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.