Darkest Part By Red Novels & Stories

Her eyes had the weirdest color that I had ever seen, they were pitch black mixed with bright red. The End

he added. Dark has just shot himself.

Even I couldn't breathe when I saw her wolf form, a wolf with blood-red fur. The whole arena seemed to be frozen for a moment. I couldn't believe my eyes. Perhaps I was mistaken? I rubbed my eyes and blinked many times, but what I saw was still that fiery red wolf. 'Dark?' was The only word that popped into my head right now. Only wolves of the Dark mutant pack have red fur. But that pack was destroyed ten years ago. How could she be a member of Dark? Is she their last descendant? The whole arena suddenly exploded. Everyone was screaming for the red wolf.

I sent the light wider, touching as many as I could. The shadow roared. The sound came from everywhere and nowhere. The ground split wider. Red light poured out. The tall dark shape stepped forward. It had no clear face but its eyes burned red like the twisted wolves. It reached for the bond again. The thread between Drax and me pulled taut. Pain exploded in my chest. I cried out and my knees gave out completely.

The times I talked myself off the ledge of becoming another wasted junkie, fucking her life away. He has the darkest stupid fantasies of a little girl praying for a brave hero on a big fierce dragon to come and burn down the world to save her from her prison. He has it all. It’s like having a massive microscope and blazing light shone on your deepest darkest depths and exposing them to the world. It doesn’t feel good at all.

I felt light headed and the earth began to spin. Darkness clouded my vision and the last thing I saw was the moon up in the sky as red as blood. ***

He's right, the walls are the familiar red colour of the desert. "Can you sense anything?" He pauses, his eyes glazing as he refers back to a part of him that is pure supernatural. I wish I shared that power, although what I have now is more than I can handle. "Hmm. There's magic this way." He nods down the corridor, encouraging me to follow. I do so, hoping this doesn't lead to something terrible. This place has a crushing weight about it that is impossible to describe. It's as if dark secrets permeate the walls, threatening to draw me into them.

Not a single inch. And I dare to say the words that I shouldn’t have uttered. “I think so.” “You think what, Singer?” No. I see those red eyes. And the moment I see him, my entire body just freezes. Blood covers his face. He looks like a demon walking on Earth. Someone who should be dead, but is somehow still alive. It’s over. He lunges. But the moment he does, the darkest shadow covers the front of my vision. I hear the voice that I’d never thought I’d hear again. A flash of brilliant gold, amidst the rippling darkness.

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.

I order before exiting the room. **** Location: Red blood pack (visitors room) Mrs Dark POV. "Trigger your healing Drake and quit unnecessary winces" I assist him off the ground. "It ain't easy mom,they're broken beyond repair" he complains. "You bloody lair,nothing is extremely broken for our enhanced healing,not even destroyed eyes" I smack his head. "Am guessing these are worse than destroyed eyes" he groan's. "They aren't,you still talk dummy,they can be healed, trigger your healing because we've got catching up to do" I state.