Dark Sides Novels & Stories

They were gray, but really they were that white light, using gray to not give themselves the credit and dampen their shine. They were that darkness, pitch black that used gray as a cover. If they were only gray, they were passive. They were basically innocent, right? So how could they be held accountable when they were no more than a faded soul with no evil or pure left in them? Liviana had to admit that she was guilty of using this method of manipulation every once in a while. How could she not take advantage of her angel eyes every now and again? It was the one thing that she gained with such a title. Sometimes, rarely but occasionally, Liviana found herself getting into trouble. Her sinne

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.

Same occurs to his other role, Hades often called Big bad death and darkness, or rather, death and darkness, was given his role due to powers which he expressed. As written, he rules the underworld, and just as read he has the power to rain darkness. This was shown in the last chapter of CAA, during his final return, he rained darkness. For the reason that he manipulates darkness, doesn't mean that after his death, darkness stops to exist..No!

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

Judging by the sound, she’d begun to lather her sponge. “No one has been there. There are thirty levels full of black magic in the Twilight world. And hideous creatures living on each level. What’s more, on the bottom levels, there are dark gods and the Dark itself that even necromancers aren’t capable of subjugating.” “But tell me, would you like to go there? At least for a little while?” he asked, paying no attention to her words about nobody ever having been there. That wasn’t how it was – take it from him.

Dang… Even if I'm just a little short, I'm sure my body will split there. “Dark Magic, traditionally refers to the use of supernatural powers or magic for evil and selfish purposes; or magic associated with the devil or other evil spirits. Also sometimes referred to as the 'left-hand path', its right-hand path counterpart is benevolent white magic. Do you know that?" a calm voice echoed in the night. My eyes widened in confusion as I looked at the heretic. I cannot explain, but his face and tone sounds like he was pitying me. "Such a poor soul..." he said in a mellow voice.

I’m not sure how I survived the incident, I was sure I was going to die. April 26th, 1877 I was indeed dead. I have been with Henry and Margaret for over a week now. They have shown me the ways. They told me that I cannot risk returning to my family and that we will start over again. We cannot step out of the house during daylight. We cannot enter a church or touch a cross. We cannot eat solid food. We must feed on a regular basis, almost daily or we will die. A stake through the heart or beheading will kill us. If our meal of the night has had garlic for their meal, it will burn like holy water. Holy water cannot kill us, but it is extremely painful. We’re strong and some of us are strong

“It's been one week, man. One week of living in hell.“ Richard whined. “You know what's worse?“ “Tell me.“ “I've not had a release for the past week. The ladies won't let me into their coochie 'cause they think I'm not a real man. Terrible, bro.“ Richard winced. “I've not had a release for ages. It's not as bad as you make it seem.“ Austin said casually, sipping at his coffee. “It is bad, and it's gonna stop tonight. You and I, we'll be hitting a nightclub.“ “Nah. I think I'll pass.“

A right hand grips his own glass and he takes a drink from it. “Worst than the last fucked island we were out.” The man places the glass down and then turns his attention over to some of the people. All of the patrons look worn and torn except the goblin that leers and stalks from the safety of the shadows. “People around her seem like they saw the darkness below. Maybe they have monsters under their bed, or maybe the lords of this land don’t give a fuck about their people.” Gardax takes another swig from his drink and then refreshes it by pouring more of the rum in his glass. “Another country that is full of pigs without the guidance of Kales? Is there even a kingdom that can stand up to th

I cut in. “What do you mean?” Delsanra asks. “The key lies within the darkness. What if that is literally the answer? Judah got in. He is a fucking evil bastard. Maybe it’s those who have darkness within them who can open this shit?” I say, each passing moment feeling like years. I need to get to them. “Darkness…” Delsanra says and nods. “My demon side… maybe it will work!” The entire place rumbles again, and I faintly hear an explosion in the distance.