Darkness Art Novels & Stories

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

At the center of the chamber was a small, pulsating crystal, radiating a menacing energy. “This must be another dark artifact,” Marinetta said to herself, her eyes fixed on the crystal. “We need to destroy it before it can be used for any more rituals.” As she moved closer to the crystal, a sudden burst of dark energy erupted from it, creating a barrier of shadows around the chamber. Marinetta was thrown back by the force of the explosion, her vision momentarily obscured by swirling darkness. When the shadows cleared, Marinetta saw a group of dark figures emerging from the shadows, their eyes glowing with a sinister light. The figures were cloaked in dark robes, their movements fluid and uns

"My lord?" Nyxar turned his gaze toward the bleeding face of the Blood Moon. "That exact pathetic emotion is why Arcturus managed to defeat me all those centuries ago." His crimson eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "And that is precisely why I will personally erase every single trace of it from this world." He stretched out a massive, clawed hand into the air. The surrounding shadows violently swirled together, rapidly condensing into the shape of a colossal, monstrous wolf made entirely of living darkness. Its massive eyes burned brighter than a raging inferno.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

He was irate yet it was not his assistant shortcoming so he couldn't let his dissatisfaction out on him. "Presently, Escape from my sight at this moment," he growled again very loudly this time. His voice makes Alex's body shudder coldly. Sweat was all around his face. He is shaking gravely on account of his apprehension about his master. His lord is the genuine fallen angel. Alex swallows hard in dread. What's more, he hurriedly left his office promptly and shut the entryway delicately. He would not like to drive his lord more crazy when he is presently on his extreme. Any other way, what will befall him just he knows.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

It was the first time I actually saw beauty in them. All this, it was because of her. She brought this out of me. She brought light out of the darkness which always consumed me, darkness that had considerable amount of control over me all my life. My powers were so great that I always believed they were greater than the master who possessed them.

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

The artifact hummed with an unrelenting energy, its glow intensifying, illuminating the chamber in shades of electric blue and silver that threatened to drown out the dark shadows looming above. The mastermind staggered back, momentarily distracted by Amelia’s approach. Yet with a predatory grin, he brushed his hand against the artifact, a jolt of energy surging between them. “This is where it begins,” he taunted, his voice echoing through the chamber. The pulsing light enveloped him, amplifying his presence like a storm cloud ready to unleash its wrath.