Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

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.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

"Red symbolizes disaster, white symbolizes life, and black symbolizes death. Is this a choice? If so, wouldn't it be better for me to choose life?" "But wait... Life, disaster, and death. I'd better choose death." Long Chen said firmly. Not because he wanted to die, but because the other two doors seemed less appealing to him. Kraaakkkkk Long Chen pushed the black door and entered it. Inside the black door, there was nothing but darkness, not a single ray of light. Long Chen, realizing how dark the darkness was, seriously tried to understand the meaning of the darkness. But just as he thought, something strange happened in the darkness. All the memories related to Long Chen's actions began t

I promise I'll find you again, Angel and you will be loved this time. I'll be better man for you. I promise! The darkness finally took over.

A huge black wolf with golden eyes sculpture is placed in front of it. Black is usually associated with death and darkness and this place seems to be filled with it, the power and elegance it screams can’t be neglected. Even most of the interiors is black with a golden touch. Gloomy yet mysterious. But mostly the ambience pulls towards the power side of it rather than the bleakness it radiates but sometimes when heart is heavy, no pull can drag us away from it. The heaviness. The darkness. We get strangled by them just like how Fiona is fighting off the darkness squeezing her senses.

I bought some new bedding and some throw pillows for the room. I would have stopped there but I passed the kitchen section and the sterile kitchen popped into my head. Yes, he had everything a chef could need to make food but it was more gray countertops, white walls, and black cabinets. It felt like the kitchen of Patrick Bateman. A set of rustic canisters set out before me, old style with some fruit on them like you’d see in some Nonna's house.

Tom questions, brows pinching together. “Yeah, the demons that walk the earth in corporeal form are lower-level demons.” “There are higher-level ones?” I let out a breath. “Tons. Let’s hope one of those doesn’t—” Lucas speeds in front of me and stands in front of Ricky. “We don’t have time for this,” he says and looks into Ricky’s eyes. “You are terrified of the dark. Just looking out the window and seeing the night sky makes you scream uncontrollably.”