Darkest Heroes Novels & Stories

They drew upon their combined magic, their love and resilience a beacon of hope in the face of Drax's darkness. Drax watched the exchange with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "How touching," he sneered. "But it won't be enough. You can't hide from the truth forever." With a wave of his hand, Drax summoned a horde of shadow wolves from the darkness. They emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like dying flames, their eyes burning with the same malevolent fire that burned in Drax's gaze. The wolves snarled and growled, their teeth bared in a chorus of hatred and violence.

But what I found waiting for me at the gate wasn't half as bad as I thought. Three men stood at the gate, covered from head to toe in a black material I had never seen before. There was a dull sheen to the armour, almost opalescent. A small dragon was embroidered onto the breast of the armour. Only indication that these men were trained killers and not just any men sent by their king. Word had started spreading amongst the Loyalists a few years ago that the Draco Venandi had risen once more. Father had said he would handle them when the time came. Preparations on behalf of Elliana and her safety had been made anyway. I was a princess, but the only humans who knew were the Loyalists and Hadeo

Now that he fully agreed to help. "Then what?. What do you mean--What did he say?.." Lenan said. His body tensed when he heard the words came out from his friend. All he knew was he's there sitting on the chair because of some news about the incident. "It's not about the incident, this time..." He sighed. Facing his friend's confused face, he swallowed the lump forming on his throat. "It's about Sky... Your brother... One of my men said that they found someone named Sky. Skyler Dawson..." He said. Joy and hope are all he can see on Lenan's face. And that's what he doubts. He doesn't want to see his friend's only hope be crushed, again.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Seeing the date it's from yesterday and a few hours after we have left on the airplane to Zarya kingdom. He is fastfording a bit on the film when two trucks arrive at the gate and my men open for them. I know they are here to deliver the usual orders to the warehouse on my property. The drivers get out of the trucks and start to unload the first one before they leave the doors open and get over to the other truck. We see them unload the trucks when a person in a black oversized hoodie comes around the corner. We don't see the face but there is no question about who it is!

If an outsider would take a look at the world they would say that it was hell and not the world of mortals. The chaos was especially prevalent in the Splendor Palace where the rich and powerful were supposed to be safe and enjoying a party of their own. Now their careless merriment has turned into despair with no way of escape but a small force of brave fighters are doing their best to fight back against the forces of darkness that ascended from hell. Injured and broken, bleeding and battered, the brave heroes never surrendered. Even disheartened by the fall of their allies they continue to fight because no matter what happens even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Heirt gulped when he felt a cold hand on the back of his neck. “Say goodbye!” His blood then squirted all over his dimension. The moment Mr. Heirt fell to the ground, his barrier exploded, its fragment raining down on the Shadowests who were rooted on their feet, their eyes wide as the green grasses were tainted with crimson. “Who’s next?” All of them moved back as Dark glared at them with his eyes even darker than the night, sharper than a knife, his whole body surrounded by darkness. “There’s no turning back now!”

Scared that my darkness would try to take Chelsea as well. What was she even doing in my nightmare? The darkness inside me was getting out of control and I couldn't hold it back anymore. It was going to destroy anything in its path and I couldn't let that happen especially to the people close to me. My demons were seeking revenge and they wouldn't rest until they got what they wanted. This nightmare was definitely a warning that I should stay away from Chelsea. I could still picture her fear stricken face. She wanted to help me but I know that no one would ever get through to me the darkness was a part of me I just had to accept it's torture and suffering.