Darkest Part By Red Novels & Stories

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

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"You’re the one who whispered to me in the dark when the Council was carving into my bones. You’re the 'Extinction' they were so afraid of." The figure—the Red-Winged Dante—stepped into the light. It was a perfect, terrifying blend of us. It had Dante’s lethal, massive frame and his predator’s stance, but from its spine erupted a pair of wings that were an exact, burning replica of mine. They weren't made of "Void-Lead" or "Obsidian-Gold." They were made of Primal Fire, a deep, arterial red that seemed to drink the light from the room.

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

I cut in. “What do you mean?” Delsanra asks. “The key lies within the darkness. What if that is literally the answer? Judah got in. He is a fucking evil bastard. Maybe it’s those who have darkness within them who can open this shit?” I say, each passing moment feeling like years. I need to get to them. “Darkness…” Delsanra says and nods. “My demon side… maybe it will work!” The entire place rumbles again, and I faintly hear an explosion in the distance.

I didn’t even doubt that this darkest one would turn out to be a catcher, and maybe there would even be several of them. That night, after the collapse of the roof of the barn, when I lay unconscious, I again had the ill-fated dream. I felt pain in my bare feet and biting blows of branches on my face, as if in reality, but this time something went wrong, the forest ended, and I fell out into a clearing that was flooded with moonlight. From a long run, there was a taste of blood in my mouth, there was almost no strength left, and I, emboldened, turned around to meet my enemy. Darkness swirled a few steps away from me, glossy black ribbons writhing and quivering like tentacles. She did save my

' The illumination of the breaking of dawn and the light from the bright red Nirvana flames that surrounded them, the crimson hue that filled the image being shown was a perfect hue as the light exploded. The roars turned into howls of disparity. With cold eyes, Diana Ritchell watched every emotion of disparity and hopelessness from the beasts' eyes. She fed on their sadness with cruel affection. Diana Ritchell could not help but tilt her head high as she looked at the lightening skies. The skies were painted with crimson blood as if the gods were showing sympathy for the loss of lives in the wolven continent and the other continents.

"Do you not see what lies before you? The death that is Saltos. The redemption that is my right hand. I am all that saves you from the darkness." "You are the darkness!!" I cried. "They lie to you. They tell you I bring death and pain, but they lie. That is all they do." "I do not care, just get out of your mind." "I already have you, even though you do not know it. Saltos already owns this world." "You will not take my mind…you will not take any more person I care about."

(Deacon POV) Red. Rouge. Crimson. All I could see was red. My vision was clouded with blood red. Red with anger. Fury. Rage. And that was just me, forget about my wolf! He wanted blood. He was out for Lydia’s blood. He wanted to rip her head clean from her neck, to gouge her eyes from the sockets, torture and maim her until she bled out slowly and painfully, but no, we needed to end this.