Darker Than Black November 11 Novels & Stories

King Eric smirked, “when things go as planned, God bless his terrible soul.” BEGINNING OF THE END District four The busiest district in the kingdom of Riana, with business of various kinds going on mostly at night; there are four branches of the Black Bog in this troublesome district each pulling out at least three dead bodies from bar fights after every feast. The night was cold and windy, streets almost void as various activities came to a close in the east section, having cottages not more that one story. A huge figure in black hooded cloak walks hastily from one spot to another where one of the Black Bog was located. He glanced up at a slim figure clothed, also in black hooded cape stari

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Maybe it's the strange symbols carved into the window frames, or the peculiar arrangement of the furniture that seems to form patterns on the floor. Or maybe it's the large, leather-bound book displayed on a wooden stand in the center of the desk, open to a page filled with handwritten text and diagrams of the night sky. I approach slowly, as if the book might snap shut on my fingers like a trap. The page shows a chart of celestial bodies, with a date circled in red ink: November 15, 2025. Less than a month from now. Next to the date, in my mother's precise handwriting: "Convergence. Blackwood returns. Find the girl."

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

He would never recover from it. A loud roar sent a new wave of fear through the Omega. The scent of smoke was strong and was suddenly the only thing he could smell. Kyle's eyes widened, and he screamed when a wolf, way taller than it should be, reached its head toward them with its mouth wide open. Kyle watched in horror as the rogue on top of him had his head ripped off and eaten by the black monster dripping with blood. Black shadows surrounded them, and the most horrifying screams came from them. Heat, unlike anything the Omega had ever felt, radiated from the shadows, which somehow had a deep red glow from within.

Other than a few vehicles passing by occasionally, it was practically deserted. It was past midnight on a Friday—the best time for people to go clubbing and relieve their entire week's stress. "Unless it is a BDSM club," Kai repeated what he had said some time ago and glanced at his friend, his eyes twinkling like the stars. "Now, everything falls into place." Elise burst out laughing at his antics and her annoyance vanished momentarily. "You are fucking unbelievable." "I know. Thank you." Kai grinned and paused at the red signal, waiting for the seconds to count to zero.

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.

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.

Grey continued to wiggle his brows to November, “And… I saw how strong you are the last time we saw each other…well, a glimpse of it sooo… it’s a yes for me, Queen Nove-“ “Shut up you gutter breather wolf!” Sebastian’s angry voice resonated. His grey wolf eyes bore holes to Grey who laughed at this. Sebastian snarls then turned his gaze back and anger zeroed to November, “You came from a filthy pack of criminal wolves, a bunch of killers, man-eaters, and shifter murderers. Your wolves are less than a cockroach, how dare you step foot in the North? HOW DARE YOU FILTHY BITCH TALK TO US AS IF WE ARE YOUR EQUAL?!”

everyone chorused around him. Lucifer pointedly avoided looking at Amber. He was angry about the stunt she pulled today. But her words stung more than he cared to admit. She completely disregarded him in front of everyone. He knows everyone is wearing complete black outfits to blend in. They don't want to risk shining like a sore thumb and being targeted by the dark creatures. As much as they saw and heard about them, the dark creatures prefer Black. So if they wore black then they can blend easily and the dark creatures will not be able to differentiate between them and their own. At least it won't be that obvious and it might cost them precious seconds to attack.