Darkest Kamen Rider Novels & Stories

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 70 ****** She was cladded in black again, this time around feeling the anger running through her veins as she took slow but purposeful steps towards the young man sleeping. She needed to finish this once and for all, she held the dagger tightly as her long hair flipped backwards from the impact of the winds. She must destroy him or she will be destroyed. His eyes fluttered open at one and the fear in his eyes was primal, she moved really close to him and raised a sharp dagger to hurl it at once straight to his chest and blood went flying everywhere.

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

*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.

The pleading eyes, tear-stained faces, the terror and screams coming from the scene stationshere was a hell like nothing Kenzie had ever seen. "Royce" She gripped his hand tighter, her heart racing. "I know, babe. I know." The look of cold rage on his face told her he felt the same. They had entered Dante's Inferno. This was not BDSM. People who lived that lifestyle knew that activities between patrons had to be safe, sane, and most importantly, consensual. There was none of that here. "Anderson?" The tall dark-haired man who called out to them was gorgeous and, given his accent, Russian. He wore his suit the same way Royce did, like a second skin.

Finally we stop in front of a single wooden door, the man turning to face us with a shaky smile. Does he know who Keo is? Not many do, but everyone can feel the power seeping off him. To human's it's probably suffocating, overwhelming. And it's not a good kind of magic. It's dark and hideous and it's cruel intent is painfully obvious. "Here, is it?" Keo nods at the door. "Yes sir. You can pay-" In a flash, Keo lets me go, grabbing the man before slamming his head into the wall.

"I summon thee, Azserroke, Demon of darkness. I ask for a trade. Take this life and trade it for that of Isabell Grey. Unite her body, mind, and soul once again. Bring them here to me." The runes glowed green again. The gasses in the jars broke, releasing scents of marshmallows and smoky ash into the air. Matei's mouth opened, the darkness from him seeped out of his body as his golden sliver of a soul rose out of his silent scream. As soon as the darkness left him, his horrified scream filled my ears. I clamped my hands to my ears. The forest flickered with darkness. Matei's body fell into a heap. The body vanished for a single instant and was replaced by one in white scrubs and dark hair. T

I should have known he would not have been this overly welcoming. Alpha Ben rushed to my aid but it was to late. The next thing I knew was just darkness all around me.

I was simply tired. I couldn’t restrain my rage, I could hardly remember how it happened. I killed every single living soul. I murdered 4289 people in cold blood, I ripped their head off and squeezed their hearts out. They held me down and called me a beast, so I howled at the moon and showed them all. Now, they don’t dare to say my name even though no one has proof of what I did, they only presumed it and they were right. My parents got a hold of my actions and sent Dominic to stop me, the only one potent enough to handle me. He was only 19 then, a perfectly trained vampire, and was considered the best of the greatest. Invent about his reputation now.

I said as I grip on his wrist. "Of course, you'll go with me..." Well, that's a relief. Or he's just sca-- "it's so dark there. I forgot to turn on the lights..." that's it, he's just scared. This kid is really scared of the dark. I'm glad I'm the one who's blind and not him. He would probably lose his sanity if he woke up seeing nothing but darkness.

Asked Ann with Alert in her voice. "What's that?" Edmund repeated after Ann's question -- Now that the suitcase with a bug was near Ann and Damon, he and Buster finally had ears on their conversation. "It appeared to be a black orb thing in the man's hand." Buster increased the magnification of the telescope. "This, is the Darkhole." Damon grinned at Ann, handing over the orb, "The dark magic vessel that absorbs souls." Ann sneered at Damon, "Liar! What about your body being the vessel?!"