Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

But still, Her heart was even uglier and darker compared to her face. Witches had categories. The dark witches were known to practice black magic and can only draw energy from dark sources such as afterlife, souls of the dead. Dark witches are solitary, they work alone and under their own terms. unlike the nature witch who needs to be binded to a coven before they could practice magic. They draw energy from all of nature's elements and without a coven, a nature witch was nothing.

He said. “What is it?” Hierro asked. “The black witches, as the name implies, belong to the darkness.” Reyan answered. “The evil witches of the previous world may be dabbling in dark arts, but it is different to the black witches who belong to the darkness.” He explained as he looked at Hierro. Hierro’s eyes flashed. “These dark witches’ means are more ruthless than the evil witches.” He said. “This is because they belong to the darkness, which refers to their souls being black. That means, extremely evil.” He explained.

And suddenly, the surroundings darkened. God is still merciful to me. - APHRODITE When we arrived at their place, I was just staring out the window as we drove down the road. Even when things get a little creepy around here. It's too dark and still forested, so this is where they're hiding something tsk. "Babe, we're on our way-What?! Shit! -What happened?! -Fuck! -W-what-?-DAMN!" My older brother threw his phone on the dashboard and sped up his speed.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

They laughed. Later, heading to night class, Dre stopped. Ethan sensed danger. “We know you’re out there. Come out and talk peacefully,” Ethan announced. They emerged from the dark, uniforms on, deadly weapons in hand. “Fvck—they’re trying to kill us!” Dre cursed. “We know you’re not rich kids. Blackwood Academy is for rich kids. Our parents didn’t attend school to let street urchins join. We sniffed you out,” one man said, his drug addiction evident.

Dimitri repeated. My eyes snapped to his figure. He looked refreshed after I saw him earlier this evening. His hair was styled back, and his slight stubble was gone. He wore a three-piece set suit in a dark grey color with a black dress shirt under it with a matching black tie. It was clear to me that there was a preference for dark colors in this household. Now in front of me and better clothed his beauty became only more prominent. I couldn’t stop staring as I never had seen such a handsome man.