Dark World Sans Novels & Stories

Lowan asked. "Yes. De-souling is a process of conjuring your soul as a weapon. Not everyone is capable of this; only those who are touched by the dark can de-soul. They harbor a dark seedling inside their souls capable of either great good or great evil. Unlike you, most individuals cannot control the darkness and end up being controlled by the dark instead. Some call them possessed, some call them corrupted, some even call them demons, but the truth is, they are seedlings. Seedlings of the dark, hence, darklings," explained Ms. Reina. She continued, "I would like to know more about you guys and how your powers came to be. Please, share your story."

Wyana said opening the door. "We can only hope so. If not, we must find a way to keep him in the twilight. If he cannot pass between the worlds he cannot kill. I will seek Gaia's help in this." "Also, I will spread the news, that if anyone hears the howl; they are to move inside and protect themselves." She nodded looking at the fading skyline. "What do we do if we can't contain him in the twilight or find him to cure him?" "We will have to destroy him." She sounded deadly serious.

“Fine. But if they so much as look at you wrong, I’m ripping their throats out.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” The energy shifts again, but this time the shift is welcome. Binx, Freya, and Pandora, shadow around everyone, freaking out the hunters. Lucas gloats in their fear, and Binx zeroes in on Easton, who’s helping his injured sister walk through the overgrown forest. “What the fuck are those?” one of the hunters asks, raising his gun. “My familiars, you idiot,” I say, rolling my eyes at his raised gun. You can’t shoot a spirit.

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

Beside her, Drake, the enigmatic shadow mage, his movements a blur as he weaved darkness into a weapon of devastating power. Against them stood Ethan, a once-noble warrior, now twisted into a monstrous embodiment of the Water God's power. His form, a grotesque amalgamation of man and beast, loomed over the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The power of the Water God coursed through his veins, granting him unimaginable strength and control over the very essence of water.

That long black hair was the reason why she was called Dark Shadow, for it was not merely a decorative piece. Kneeling before Dark Shadow was a walker. This walker was a variant at the peak of 3 Stars; however, right now he looked nothing like a warrior. His limbs were cruelly crashed and one of his eyes had been pulled out forcefully, allowing it to dangle freely out of its socket, held onto by a thin cord of connective tissue. There were several burn marks on his body and there was no life to be seen in his only functioning eye. This was a creature that had been forcefully broken.

“Or do you wish all Dwarf clans to join with you?” “The Guardians know only that a great darkness gathers to the West. The hostile races; Goblins, Trolls, Oh’kapi,” he glanced at Caulan, who nodded. “The Moran’kaar also, who were created with Dark Magic from the Shujaari people.” He couldn’t suppress a shudder. “There are magic users as well, wielding Dark Magic to aid them. As for the need for your assistance, the Dwarves are well known for their bravery and strength, and your skills as forgers of weapons are legendary. Ultimately, yes, we would be pleased to have all the clans ally with us. We approached you first, largely because your skill with Obsidian and Onyx can be of particular aid