Darkest Hero Novels & Stories

I screamed, rushing to his side. “Stay back!” he barked, pushing himself to his feet. Mateo moved to stand between us and the figure, his expression grim. “Rayne, get out of here. Now.” “I’m not leaving you,” I said, my voice shaking. The figure laughed again, his green eyes glowing brighter. “Such loyalty. How touching. But it won’t save you.” “Who are you?” I demanded, forcing myself to stand tall. “What do you want?” The figure’s gaze locked on mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. “I am the darkness,” he said simply. “And I’ve come for what’s mine.”

she agreed and I watched her swiftly make her way through the rowdy crowd with her fiercely sharp blades cutting through the throats of the beastly wolves and our mists still terrorizing the evil beasts in the background. As soon as I started to run back towards the pack house as reinforcements had started to arrive, a familiar voice cut through the battle cries and howls, “Retreating already, Jax ?” the taunting voice said. I turned around wide eyed as I watched my greatest arch enemy stand right in front of me smirking. “Czar !” I exclaimed in shock. Czar was the most dangerous Dark Royal Dragon known in the underworld and the fucker was as slippery as an eel.

Aurora's dead body was lying lifelessly on the ground. The heavy rainfall washed the blood off her body. The water flowing on the ground became red from her blood. Rivers of blood were flowing from the cliff like a red waterfall. Soon the rain stopped and the sky began to turn crimson red and a person suddenly appeared near her. It was Amara. Amara is the embodiment of Darkness. She's the most powerful in the Dark World. She looked at Aurora with pity and used her powers to make her alive.

“We need to hit them before they reach the ridge. If they take that high ground, it’ll be over.” “We’ll set traps, use the forest to our advantage,” Damien said, eyes scanning the horizon as if he could see the enemy through the trees. “But it won’t be easy. They’re stronger than before—warlocks, rogues, even some dark sorcerers who answer to Viktor personally.” My heart clenched. I had faced Viktor before—seen the depths of his cruelty and cunning—but this new threat, this army of darkness, felt like a shadow growing beyond anything I had imagined.

"The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut." Darkstar. One of the oldest and most lethal packs in the country. I paused. "Send me the details." A second later, the file hit my phone: Darkstar Pack hosting a gala at Caesars Palace. Seeking a healer for a high-ranking family member. The medical description was only one line: "Alpha Lorenzo. Wolf-soul depletion. Chronic condition." In a race of creatures with freakish healing abilities, "depletion" usually meant a death sentence. I looked out at the flickering neon lights of the LA skyli

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.

I breathed, my heart crashing, my mind stumbling back to Jayden's body mashed up against me, his growls in my ear as he screwed me bare, a temporary relief from this kind of horror. "They're finished?" the young healer inquired, her voice lifting on hope, blind. I laughed. "Nah, kid, they're just getting started." My tone was black, my eyes fastened on the shining rogues. "Warning!" David yelled over the chaos. "They're using dark magic!" But he shouted too late. Dark energy blast emanated from the rogues, a wave of dark power that knocked all of them off their feet, rogues and warriors falling to the ground in a heap, the forest trembling from the impact.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.