Darker Novels & Stories

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

His eyes, already dark with rage, turn pitch black—the eyes of a wolf who has lost everything and has nothing left to lose. But it's his fur that steals the breath from my lungs. Black. Not the dark brown of a common wolf, not the grey of age or the silver of moonlight. Pure, absolute black just like my Damain wolf—the color of a moonless night, the color of the void between stars. It ripples across his body like liquid shadow, absorbing the torchlight, making him appear less like a living creature and more like a hole in the world. I've heard stories of Gracia's wolf from Damain.

Outside, the city was a wash of cold gray mist, but inside, the temperature was stifling. Damien Blackwood stood shirtless in front of a bank of humming, liquid-cooled servers, the harsh blue light of the monitors cutting across the hard, scarred planes of his chest and back. Drops of water still clung to his dark hair from their frantic, wet escape through the municipal drainage shafts, tracking slowly down his collarbone and disappearing beneath the waistband of his low-slung, dark trousers. His skin was still flushed, radiating a violent, restless energy that he couldn't quite shake.

She shrugged, touch her chest right infront of his bloody eyes, “It's not enough to fill me full, your army, honey. So why can't you fill me this night? Hm?” He groaned, which one of a dread, but the dark woman smile like crazy. “Just kidding! Why so serious?” she laugh, but there's a grail of might in her darkest eyes. Her dress so dark, flow gently as she hovered right in his disgusted eyes. She added in a low possible tone, “But it's not kidding, honey... I like it yours the better...”

From a table nearby, Viktor replies, “They are called Shades…those specifically were some of The Riders. They use dark magics, similar to shadow magic, but more vile.” “I have heard that term before,” Malleus says. “Me too, and I don’t like it! I don’t like them being so close to our borders,” Kaiya says.

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.

I whispered back. "Well, isn't this place just lovely? Why are there no lights? This place was glowing when we last visited your lovely mother." Kier asked. "Why ask, Kier? Are you scared of the dark, Laddy?" Drabek teased. "No, I'm a vampire. I thrive in the dark. You can't say this place doesn't freak you out. Sorin was fifty shades of fucked up. Who knows what she kept here behind her illusions." Kier snapped back. Drabek barked a laugh.

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.

"I see darkness. Dark darkness. Black. All around you, black. Blackness." Daphne was about to say something but then she stopped. We both shared a look then waited for the woman to continue her reading. "So much darkness. So so much black. Awwww!" Her voice trailed off as her head jerked back in a rapid pull. "Is that code for you'd be getting a lot of big black dicks soon." Daphne whispered over my ear. "I hope so." I whispered back without turning. The old woman continued talking about the darkness without end. It was all she repeated.