Darkest Peru Novels & Stories

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.

she asked so I nod my head. "Let's go," I responded then grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the mansion. We walked towards the garage where my motorbikes are parked. I chose Ducati Testa Stretta NCR Macchia Nera since it was one of my recently purchased motorbikes. "You own all of this?" Solana asked pointing at the motorbikes parked at the garage, at the back of the mansion. "Yeah, why?" I asked then help her in wearing her helmet.

Silver. The grey substance burned through my skin in painful stings. The substance was one only true hunters could make. A devilish mix of silver and lowly concentrated promethium. The sickening scent also indicated the presence of Aconitum lycoctonum grown under the moonlight, commonly known as monkshood, the devil's helmet or Wolf's bane. Daniel Matthews' eyes were glued on me as the skin affected by the poison healed. I should have known that he knew. The way he had looked at me before. His eyes had held only one thing, disgust.

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

“Bingo.” I set my eyes on it and walk right through, emerging into a narrow hall. The blue light glows above me, reflecting off the metal bars of an old-fashioned jail cell. Something glows from within, and I have to move a few steps closer before I realize it’s a UV heat lamp, much like one you’d put in a reptile cage. “Dina,” I say, seeing her outline huddled against the back of the cell, shielding her face from the UV light. She looks up and the skin on her cheeks chars.

Was it a result of the fight or was he aging that rapidly? “Peru?” I asked. “The Incas were supposedly deep into both the dark and the light. Some say their white witches fought the lords of the underworld, but there’s no way to know whether that’s true,” Claudia said. “It’s true,” Muraco said. “But finding mages who know the old ways and getting them to show you their magic—that will be no easy task.”

I didn't notice when the trembling finally stopped and I just sat there waiting for someone to come. I imagined myself falling into that bottomless pit I always dreamed about, tumbling through darkness with no end in sight. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the universe always found a way to prove me wrong. It was like some cruel game, seeing how much pain one person could take before they finally broke completely. "What exactly can break Jude Laurent the most? How low can she get?" I mumbled to the empty room, my voice echoing off the destroyed walls.