Darker Novels & Stories

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

I clarified. A savage anger surged from the depths, a brooding darkness that eclipsed reason. In the grip of this malevolent force, every thought was tinged with bitterness, and a sinister satisfaction whispered of revenge. It was as if shadows themselves had taken residence within, fueling a fierce storm of dark anger that sought release in ways both unpredictable and unsettling.

"What exactly did you see, Sariah?" Sariah's eyes flicked to meet his, and in that small moment, I saw the sorrow of shared truths in her gaze. "Darkness," she said simply, but the word was laden with layers of understanding. "A darkness unlike anything we've encountered before. It's powerful and it's nearing. The end is coming sooner than we may realize, unless we find a way to stop it."

What follows is a painful fall and then. DARKNESS!!! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Once a person which in this case was Mane, activated The Dark Times, whichever skill they were using – as long as it wasn’t of the darkness attribute – will have its true effects hidden. However, the main purpose of The Dark Times was to augment darkness attributed skills, and this case, Absolute Darkness. When used with a darkness attributed skill, The Dark Times increased the skill’s range. So when Mane activated The Dark Times, Absolute Darkness which had a time limit of just 2.5 seconds experienced an increase of a single second, moving its skill time limit of 2.5 seconds to 3.5 seconds. It seemed minute, but it was this one second that caught Camila and Nasir off guard and led to Nasir’

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Xander chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Rescue, you say? Oh, how predictable. But know this, Dakota, the shadows are my ally. I command them, and they will be your undoing." As Xander finished speaking, the room plunged into darkness, enveloped by an inky blackness that seemed to devour all light. Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful.

Each blow they exchanged left the bakery further ravaged, the once-cozy shop now a battleground stained with blood and chaos. Bruce’s savage attacks bore the unmistakable signature of Malrik’s dark influence. His light brown fur, streaked with crimson from Ryker’s counterstrikes, gleamed under the faint light. His black patch glistened like a shadow itself, as though darkness clung to him. His glowing amber eyes locked onto Ryker with an intensity that screamed of hatred and vengeance.

I answer. “I am sure it is confusing for you, but what you just described to us makes sense. Angels tend to have more of a light air scent to them, even the males. Aerian is an exceedingly rare dark angel so the darker scents you are describing are because of that. If I had to guess I would say if she were truly pregnant, I would expect the lighter scents to become more dominant. However, it will depend on the child growing within her. Does your wolf have any special abilities?” Fredrik asked. “Yes, Locke can tell the difference between metals. To him each metal holds a certain scent.” I answered.