Dark World Sans Novels & Stories

I had become something else entirely. “Impossible,” Sarah whispered. “No wolf can balance both essences. The darkness always consumes the light.” “I am not just any wolf,” I said, my voice resonating with power that shook the foundations of the fortress. “I am what happens when you try to destroy someone and only make them stronger.” I raised both hands. Silver light poured from my right hand, dark energy from my left. Not Morgana’s corruption, but pure shadow given form. “You wanted to create a weapon,” I said. “Congratulations. You succeeded.”

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

(Titus POV) It’s been a few days since we’ve gone into The Dark World, and it couldn’t be worse. It’s like a warzone out there. Many swarms of demons have attacked us each day. Then, when we think it’s over and can finally rest, more appear in our sights. In other words: we have not made any progress. If we keep this up, we will not make it to Gabe in time. So it is time that I devised a plan.

I fired two blind shots over my shoulder, dropping a flanker right into a stack of steel pipes. I had missed this. I missed the desperate, pleading look in an enemy’s eyes right before the light went out. Out here, in the dark, bathed in the blood of the people who wanted me dead, there were no complicated rules. There were no confusing, desperate hugs from a captive girl, no pink lips to obsess over, and no honey eyes driving my mind into a chaotic mess. Out here, I wasn't confused. I was a monster. I was myself again. Silas finished off the last standing soldier with a brutal, bone-crushing kick to the chest. The warehouse suddenly fell dead silent, save for the wet, heavy panting of the d

that truth would only get darker, deeper, and more terrifying from here. But she would not run. Not anymore. Somewhere far from the light, in a dark room whose walls were made of bones and shadows, a black-robed figure stood with his back to a black altar surrounded by blue flames. His fiery red eyes gazed at the misty mirror in front of him, where the images of Raven and Valtorius moved in the underground passage. Her thin hands traced the surface of the glass, muttering incantations in an old language that sounded like the hiss of a snake.

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

"You see, after I am completely done with you here, the Dark Sigen will invade the whole of the living. We aren't just going to stop at the southern run, little spark. We will level every single pack. Every proud Alpha who thinks their lineage makes them gods. We will burn the human towns, clear out the mystical creatures, and level everything to the ground. Every castle, every border post, reduced to absolute ash." He leaned down further, his cold breath brushing against my cheek, smelling faintly of sulfur and old dust. The scent triggered something primal in me… a recognition of death itself. My wolf whimpered somewhere deep inside, cowering from the predator above us. "And then," he cont

With the death of their strongest remaining practitioner Zione, only a handful of lesser threats remained, and none of them posed any significant challenge to them. Unlike the Wicked Tribe who had a base at White Bone Mountain, the Darkness Sacred Land had no means of activating their formation to mount a resistance. Severin and his party breached the Darkness Sacred Land's defenses without much effort, entering their cave world and raiding their treasure room. "Ah, we have some Purpuraleaf here! Not bad," Severin remarked. "And the water from their spring would be very useful in nourishing one's solar spirit. It would be perfect for Diane and the girls. Oh, and there's even some traces of d

,I muttered. "That body either belongs to Zino city or Zino village,we have to find out which", Rick said. "I have this strong feeling, that the corpse sitting in that large suitcase belongs to the man who sold ice cream to me since childhood",Ariana said. I couldn't stop shaking. How could he have killed his other self and taken his place? "This simply means,the hoodie man lives in both worlds. He's operating in both worlds and it'll be hard to get him!,",Rick said utterly confused.

I chuckled at his childish act as I wrapped the small bandage that he gave me over my cut. "Each element user has a name. I-who work with sand- is called a Sykap. Water; Woyeb. Fire, a firess as I said before, and finally the stones, a Hultin. As for a person like, who can choose to either work with one or all for more power and concentration is called a Clontinia." I nodded, slowly taking in his words. "How do we start?" His eyes light up at my question as he seated himself more comfortably. He loved doing this.