Novelas y relatos de Darkfall

“Okay, override engaged. Uploading the virus now.” Seconds felt like hours. Then— “Done! Overwatch is crashing!” The alarms cut out. The power flickered. And just like that, Grayson’s empire lost its foundation. Bella grinned. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.” --- The Fallout By the time they reached the extraction point, Marcus had already confirmed the damage. “Overwatch is offline. Every contingency plan, every backup—gone.” Darwin smirked. “That should get Grayson’s attention.”

His father was silent, not answering him "This is true..there are Mate s, and if their mates die, they breathe, but do they live, father? But despite this, I am not one of them..if something happens to her, I will die too..I will kill my soul if I don't die on my own!" Darkel silently bit his lips, his words alone explain how much he loves this girl! But suddenly...! Zayn gasped loudly and widened his eyes, which quickly turned red mixed with his honey, and fell to his knees, placing his hand on his chest in suffocation, whispering in terror.

We were falling through a tunnel of dark matter. As the darkness consumes the vault, Lyra hears a final, mechanical chime. A screen flickers to life in the void, displaying a world she doesn't recognize a lush, green planet with two moons. A text prompt appears in her mind: "New Game Initialized. Players: 4. Objective: Survival. Warning: The Broker is still among you."

“I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.” Dawn moved forward. Stood between the Second Dark and the pack. Protecting. Defending. Choosing. “You will not erase them. You will not harm them. You will not undo what I chose.” Dawn’s voice was firm. Final. “I am the First Dark. I am the original. I am the strongest. And I say existence continues. Something persists. Life is protected. Accept my choice or leave. Those are your only options.”

“Welcome to Devil’s Peak.” Three men descended together. They were identical. Tall — easily over six-foot-three — with the same sharp jawlines, high cheekbones, and piercing gray eyes. Black hair styled with effortless precision. Broad shoulders filled out tailored black suits that screamed old money and ruthless control. Only tiny differences distinguished them: one wore a silver watch, another had a faint scar on his left eyebrow, and the third moved with a slightly more predatory grace. Aurora’s mouth went dry. “I’m Damien Voss,” the one in the center said, his voice cold and commanding. He stopped a few feet away, studying her like a prized acquisition. “These are my brothers — Rafael an

"Proof that it no longer requires your cooperation to claim what it wants. It said the sundown deadline was always a courtesy, not a requirement, and that it's grown tired of waiting for you to understand that." Everly's chest tightened with cold, absolute dread. "Then it's not coming at sundown anymore." "No," Damian said. "It's already decided where the confrontation happens next, and it didn't leave room for negotiation." "Where." Damian's expression turned grim, something close to despair settling behind his eyes. "The old Duskfall pack house," he said. "Where you were born. Where your mother was told you'd died. It said it wanted to finish this exactly where it began, and it expects you

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

“We helped you get your Beta rank back, but we can also tear you down. Keep that in mind. It’s your call.” With that, Jannik left the room. Dane threw the whiskey glass that was sitting on his desk at the closing door. Whilst he quietly hoped it smashed into the back of Jannik’s head, the door closed and instead it shattered into a thousand pieces on the back of it. Dane leaned back in his chair and exhaled. He’d made a deal with the devil, and now the devil wanted something back in return.

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.