Dark Sister Novels & Stories

“The darkness is greater here. Can you feel the sorrow and hate here?” “I can, it is horrible. The trees are in such pain here.” Dakaath looked sick from the darkness in the area. “I don’t really feel the darkness in the area. I do sense the sorrow. The hate is here, but I don’t feel the darkness in nature like you two do.” Ailive told them, feeling kind of bad for the two brothers. She could see that it was wearing on them to be this close to the darkness. ********************** “I received a letter from my sister,” Lindaat told Seiveril when she entered the dining hall.

"At the moment you signed your contract, you said you were willing to travel, also, you have two options, lose your job, or go there, there is a possibility for a person with your profile, not here." Her boss's voice was sharp and cold, the company where she worked as an assistant was going through an imminent bankruptcy, the managers were trying to relocate the employees, she was lucky, because she was one of the few that still had a position. But to her misfortune, she had had to go to the coldest and darkest place in the country, but it didn't matter. Sarah, I pack her few belongings, and the next day I take a train there. Darkville is a small town located in the mountains, surrounded by

She would destroy everything and everyone Skyrim loved. As the years passed, Seraphina’s bitterness consumed her. She abandoned her old life, embracing the darkness that had taken root in her heart. She sought out forbidden magic, delving into the darkest corners of the supernatural world. Over time, she transformed into something far more powerful and dangerous than she had ever been before—she became Thana, the queen of darkness.

They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag. “Hold strong, ladies,” Tabatha says as we move close together. The banshee’s scream rattles the walls of my house, and Kristy takes my hand. The banshee looks like a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress from far away. They prefer to stay away, holding up their ruse. My familiars flush her out, and she runs at us, mouth wide open as she screams. Her skin is translucent, stretched paper thin over her bones. The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy.

“Whatever you call it here. A place to kip.” “Over there,” she pointed toward the city center where the dark windows of granite-clad towers frowned at the wide boulevards lined with bare black trees. Many of the towers were abandoned, infested by the Enemy who wove its cocoons in the stuffy dark. There they were hatching new generations of shape-shifting oborotni, of brutal kulaki or Fists, named so because their faces were giant clenched fists, of wily kosmopolity or Kosmops, whose beguiling squeaks grew louder as their stature diminished in their successive generations—the latest brood were the size of rats—and worst of all, krovososy, the crawling vampires whose human bodies had degenerat

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

Her tone was stiff and surly 'As if they were not human,' says the woman who murders people for a living. "That's why I want him dead, he was the one who killed my family, turned me into a killer, slowly I want him to feel the exact pain I felt for years. To do that-" She says and turns on her heel to face me. "I have to start with you." She slowly menders towards me with a cloth in one hand. My eyes widen when I realize she's blind folding me. It's now pitch black and I'm frightened because I have no clue what Gabriella will be doing to me.

“Yin and Yang. In every good there is bad, and for every bad there is good. But what happens when that darkness is taken away from the light? I am born.” The taunting continues, along with the ringing hell that is being slapped multiple times right now to Alliah’s face. “The pure darkness of your beloved Maiden. The original she and this world’s one pure darkness. The epitome of the Maiden’s darkness, remember my name, Beatrix.” Finally introduced herself and successfully broke Alliah in two. More than what she expects of her little plan. Alliah’s wrath is now in disarray. “No! No! No!” Alliah’s in denial, still fighting against the taunting and the voices that are already pulling her inside

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.