Darkness Art Novels & Stories

Else. Something. Darker.

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

The dark figure, towering and foreboding, stood across from her, eyes glowing with malice, its voice a low hiss that echoed off the stone walls. “You are weak, Elena,” it sneered. “The power you seek is nothing but a fool’s dream. Embrace the darkness. Join me, and together we will reshape this broken world.” Elena’s hands trembled as the power of the artifact surged within her. The air around her crackled with ancient energy, a force she could barely comprehend. Her mind raced, torn between the choices before her—the destruction that would come if she fell into the dark figure’s grasp, and the hope that lay within the light.

Ding Hao and the others were the first to bear the impact of this dark power. Endless black mist and thick fog gathered from all directions, and the dark tactical deployment around them was suddenly activated again. The rocks at the bottom of the sea slowly floated up while bones, skeletons, broken sabers, broken swords, and so on emerged from under the rocks. The world seemed to be destroyed by darkness in an instant. "I'll let you know that the eternal darkness is the only thing that can't be destroyed!" the fire artificer roared. Ding Hao burst out laughing.

"Together, we can do this." With renewed determination, we focused our energy on the essence of purity. The artifact glowed brighter, channeling its power into the light. As the light expanded, the darkness recoiled, its form wavering and diminishing. "You can't win," the darkness growled, its voice desperate. But we knew better. Our unity and the power of the artifact were stronger than any darkness. With a final surge of energy, we directed all our power toward the essence of purity. The darkness let out a final wail of despair, and with a blinding flash of light, it was gone.

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

her words echoed in her mind. Adea wanted to panic but did not have the strength to feel it. In a moment of terrible realization that filled her heart with dread and regret, she believed she finally understood the ancient ritual’s demand for a soul. It was not the soul of a sacrificial victim. The burning of the victim’s heart was nothing more than an act; a key opening the way for what the Darkness truly wanted. It was the soul of the one who completed the ritual. The power that Lyda so desired, the prize that Adea tried to claim for herself, did not exist. It never did. The ability to control their dreams was just a temptation to get them to dabble further, and she had done exactly what it