Darkness Discord Novels & Stories

The moon made an excellent job to illuminate his honeyed eyes, two perfect orbs. It was dark, pitch-black around the forest and the only source of noise were the cockroaches and the many insects that I rather not know about their existence mixed with a loud chewing noise. “Hm, actually, I did you a favor.” Dominic’s tone sent a chill down my spine as my head whipped to his direction. He was sitting down, his back against a tree as he stretched his legs and stuffed his face with Doritos. When he caught my gaze, he grinned like a schoolboy.

“If you think you’re getting anywhere near her, you’re more foolish than I thought.” The man’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “And here I thought you’d be smart enough to know who I am, Alpha Mateo. They don’t call me The Darkness for nothing.” His gaze lingered on me, watching as recognition dawned on my face. My blood ran cold. The Darkness. The name was whispered among packs, a nightmare used to scare children—though we all knew he was no fairy tale. He was an enigma, a force that existed in the shadows

I cut in. “What do you mean?” Delsanra asks. “The key lies within the darkness. What if that is literally the answer? Judah got in. He is a fucking evil bastard. Maybe it’s those who have darkness within them who can open this shit?” I say, each passing moment feeling like years. I need to get to them. “Darkness…” Delsanra says and nods. “My demon side… maybe it will work!” The entire place rumbles again, and I faintly hear an explosion in the distance.

“If darkness is already conjured, it can’t know our involvement. It will kill everyone you love; it will come to this pack and slaughter everybody.” “What? How could a phone cause that?” Drake asked, furrowing his brows together. “We can’t just do nothing.” “Because darkness gets into your head. It reads your thoughts; not to mention it could hear the conversation. It’s everywhere. You can’t keep a secret from darkness. We know too much information as it is… if it finds out we are involved, it will kill us. All of us.” “Then how do we send a warning to them? How do we fight it?”

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

He especially hated anyone that possessed magic, which after hearing Savannah’s story made sense. “Savannah did Angus ever reject your mother?” I asked. “No, but when my mother found out that he had taken a chosen mate, even if it was against the poor womans will she was able to reject him since he betrayed their fated bond. Dark elves, unlike the light elves, cannot reject their mate. They can accept a rejection but that is it, however if the bond is betrayed by their mate, then since it is already partially broken, they can be the one to reject their mate. Angus knew my mother was not able to reject him, but he had no idea that she could if he betrayed their bond.” Savannah explained.

I think I’m losing the battle because the darkness is getting bigger and bigger. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

“We are the dark tide that drowns the light. We are the storm that cannot be tamed. We are the reckoning!” The soldiers roared, their fists pounding against their chests, their weapons raised high. Damian raised his arms, silencing them once more. “We fight not for fear of them, but for the truth we know. That no Null Wolf, no alliance, no hollow dreams of unity can stand against us. We are the darkness. And darkness… always prevails.” The crowd erupted, their chants rising like a tidal wave, a symphony of fury and allegiance. Satisfied, Damian stepped back, his smirk returning as he descended the platform.

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.