Darkfire Soldier #1 Novels & Stories

Behind him, three others fanned out, their eyes glowing with their wolves’ presence. “Identify yourself,” the soldier barked, shining a flashlight in my face. “This is a private event for King Voltage and Alpha Theo. No entry.” I didn’t stop walking. “I said halt!” The soldier moved to block me, reaching for my shoulder. I didn’t break stride. My hand moved faster than his eyes could track. I grabbed his wrist, twisted until the bone snapped with a wet crunch, and used his momentum to spin him around. I grabbed his head with my other hand.

"But I was not that hurt, I was hopeful that one day they will realise that I love them and they will understand my trust on them... Kabir was my biggest support for whom I fought with my own people, I was fighting because of him but in that fire he took away all my courage and faith in everyone... He promised to stay with me forever then how can he choose fate like that and burn my trust along with him. I failed again, Damon. My love lost and their pride won again... I had created a weak trust which was delicate like new born child and Kabir took it away in that fire." She chuckled and he closed his eyes when he heard the heaviness of pain in her voice. "I thought it's over now, I will now

Sânge Furtună hits the rail that runs straight off our broken balcony and I drop with it, wind roaring in my ears, Hellebore Mist drawn and hungry. The first soldier dives at me, spear leveled for my heart. I flick my wrist. Lightning answers before I do, forks out of clear sky and punches straight through his chest plate. He explodes into wind and feathers. One. Remy is a black-and-gold blur on my left, full dire-coyote, leaping from island to island, tearing wings off with his teeth. Every time he lands, the ground cracks like thunder. Seras is a sunrise with fists, she punches straight through three soldiers at once, armor blazing so hot their armor melts off them mid-scream.

Arlene’s presence within me felt stronger than ever, guiding my steps as if she were standing beside me. Lucian was a blur of power and precision. He fought with the strength of an Alpha but also with the unyielding determination of someone who had everything to lose. I could hear his commands, rallying our forces, turning chaos into coordinated attacks that began to push back the tide of darkness. But Damien’s forces weren’t ordinary. The soldiers enhanced by dark magic fought with unnatural strength, their eyes glowing with an eerie light that betrayed their twisted power. One lunged at me, faster than I anticipated. I barely managed to dodge, my heart hammering in my chest as I countered

“If this magic spreads further, it’ll consume everything, including us.” The soldiers, still recovering from the blast, were beginning to rise. They were injured, some more severely than others, but they were moving with the precision of trained warriors. And yet, their eyes, wide with fear, filled with doubt, told a different story. They knew what they were facing now. This was no mere battle. This was something far darker than any enemy they had ever encountered. Sienna glanced around, her gaze falling on the abyss once more. There was nothing in it now. No sign of Ryder. Just a gaping, unnatural darkness that seemed to swallow the very light around it.

Five more soldiers emerged, moving in formation. I rolled behind a support beam as buckshot tore chunks out of the concrete where I’d been standing. My wolf snarled, demanding to be let loose, but I kept him leashed. Not yet. We needed this controlled. “Covering fire!” I shouted. Three of my wolves opened up, forcing the Tulcero team to dive for cover. I used the distraction to close the distance, the Nightfang blade singing as I brought it up in a brutal arc. The first soldier’s head separated from his shoulders. The second took the blade through his chest; the enchanted silver punched through Kevlar like tissue paper.

“Come and take me, oh, big man! I’m not escaping this time, so what are you waiting for?” Lara tensed as his dark head lowered, eyes wide glimmering with defiance and scorn, breathing stilled. He wouldn’t get any enjoyment out of it, she promised herself. If his idea of entertainment was making love to an inanimate body, let him go ahead. Christophe took her mouth in an explosion of silencing heat, his dark head blocking out the light, his hands on her shoulders hard and rough. The heat was like a red-hot wire shooting through her and Lara gripped his arms frantically in a last-ditch attempt to break the connection.

I need to keep giving it my all. So I keep burning and hitting, clawing and roaring. And Rachel holds on and sends me strength, sends the wolves around us strength. I make my walls of hellfire hotter and denser. Trying to hold any of them back to give my packmembers more time, any extra time I can. It’s too late to get them out and I can’t think of what to do after this. There’s nowhere to go, nothing left to try. I am totally caught off guard when I hear an explosion. I almost don’t duck in time to avoid the long arm of a Soul Eater. But I do and once I hit him enough he goes down. And I’m able to turn around and listen to the links I’m getting.

- asked Samael, because all of this had yet to reach him. - Then let me explain again, because I can see that it still does not arrive. Nadir is my and Lucifer's child. This attack that you witnessed...- she turned to Samael.- It was an attack that only Lucifer has, the so-called Infernal Fire Awakening, extremely deadly, even against the strongest Fallen Angels. I bet Nadir could even kill you in that state.- she explained even more precisely. Nadir slowly slumped down on the couch and hid her face in hands, her anger suddenly disappeared somewhere, and wings curled and vanished.

Then, with a nod, they advanced, their footsteps sure and silent. The Shadows didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. Aiden led the charge, followed by Damon and Mikhail, their movements swift and calculated. The battle erupted in chaos, the Shadows’ soldiers swarming from every corner, attempting to defend their leaders. But they were no match for the combined forces of DVV and the Bloody Sinners Clan. One by one, the Shadows’ soldiers fell, leaving only the four masked leaders standing. Lucifer stepped forward, his gaze locked on the leader, Gregory Barysh—the man who had caused so much suffering, who had turned his back on his family and on his humanity. “Your reign ends