Darkest Heroes Novels & Stories

I willed them to fight for me, and they became extensions of my arms and my soul. I slashed through the darkness with the Aurora sword. Beams of light broke through it. I aimed for Mila. I slashed through her but her image dissipated in the clouds. I spun through the clouds with the two swords. The Aurora Sword broke the clouds apart. The Night Sword sucked the darkness in. Mila appeared by the stairs. Darkness snaked out of her and around the throats of each of the brothers. "Come with me or they all die." I froze in the middle of the bar. "Stop it."

I never thought Noble’s and their undying obsession with this Territory and everyone in it would come to get in my way so much. He stands beside me, looking down, although I keep my gaze trained out at the darkening sky, wondering how far I’m going to be able to transport myself. I just need to get myself past the tall perimeter fence. "Keo is more dangerous then you could ever imagine. He has killed a lot of people, and I'm not going to stand by while he hurts you,” Dax explains quietly. "It's my life, my decision,” I growl back. It’s my life for Mary’s, and I’m okay with that. She is too good, too pure to be taken from this world, just because a Noble thought he could make a decision for m

The river was deemed to be the deadliest river not because of the water flow, but simply because of the plants near it. The blue plants and grass that were buried along the river carried the higher toxin that could kill the dragon. And the plants were only located inside the Darkest Woodland, along with the river. Therefore, the Darkest Woodland was named to be one of the most dangerous forests in The Unknown. However, for someone immune to all types of poisons, Shadow had no problem breathing in the river direction. She was also the only one who created a safe space for the factory and the workers inside this dangerous forest.

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

“Sterling.” I feel him before I see him. A warm presence, close enough that the subtle scent of cedarwood and something darker wraps around me. My pulse performs a ridiculous little leap. I turn, and the first thing I find a perfectly tailored black tuxedo on a broad chest. I keep looking up. And looking up. Good Lord. How tall is this man? Finally… I reach his face. Thick dark hair. Dark-rimmed glasses. Intelligent eyes that somehow recurrently made their into my dreams over the last month.

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

A man named Darko, swimming in the ruins of his destiny. Harvesting souls required not just looking for the worst souls because you could also find the best, you needed to be there at the right time, at the exact moment they were overwhelmed by the ruins of their lived time. So I waited, watching the man named Darko trade himself for a game. Others had backed out but he remained, fighting against a game he couldn’t beat. Others chose to preserve their lives or what was left of it, he instead chose complete ruin, as he was already ruined and decided to abandon hope and redemption.

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.