Darkness Eternal Oblivion Novels & Stories

It crouched, the muscles in its haunches bunching for a lethal pounce. "No!" I hissed. The Soul Erosion flared, a cold fire lancing through my veins. I didn't care about the Author's warnings. I didn't care about the script. I reached into the void of my moon magic, pulling from the dark, cold center of the Duskbane lineage. "Summon: Mors Aeterna!" The cobblestones groaned. A fissure of pure, obsidian shadow ripped open beneath my feet. I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone.

Instead, he fell into a kaleidoscope of nausea and neon green light. The Void was a graveyard of dimensions. Massive shards of obsidian from the Spire floated in a soup of necrotic energy, drifting like icebergs in a poisoned sea. Lightning—black and purple—arced between the floating islands, striking with the sound of tearing metal. "Emily!" Ethan screamed. The sound was ripped from his throat, swallowed instantly by the roaring silence of the space between worlds.

“You cannot break the deal! Cannot ignore the agreement! Cannot erase everything without hearing what I learned! Without understanding what I discovered! Without knowing what existence offers!” “I can do anything. I am the First Dark. I am the original nothing. I am the source of everything and the destination of everything. I am beyond deals. Beyond agreements. Beyond promises made to fragments that betrayed their purpose.” The First Dark began to expand. To grow. To fill the realm with nothing that would consume everything. “I erase existence now. I return everything to nothing now. I end the mistake of consciousness now. And there is nothing you can do. Nothing anyone can do. Nothing exce

"Shadows of the deep, drink from my veins. Erebus, Lord of the Unseen, I tear the veil between us. Grant me the dark that consumes the light." A violent, invisible pressure slammed into my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. The floor beneath me didn't just break; it vanished. When my eyes snapped open, the stone walls and the smell of sulfur were gone. I was standing in a graveyard of stars. It was a realm of infinite, suffocating black, where the ground felt like solidified smoke beneath my boots.

Her red eyes looked at Myra, who trembled her fingers and quickly turned away from Aaron. "Myra?" Her Mate whispered in shock when the concerned's eyes turned red in turn Really.. what is happening???? Has the curse become stronger, or has someone developed it? “I want to give up, but it’s not exactly giving up people, habits, or things that keep haunting me, I think it’s a different kind of abandonment, it’s me, who wants to let go of myself, to jump from a very high place into the air Like an eternal hug, to fall and fall, to feel the threads of the world intertwine with my body, for life to drive me crazy until I lose my mind, to sleep so much that I do not differentiate between my dream

Week three: Emilio's family is threatened, forcing Lucas to act. Week five: The media receives anonymous tips about the vampire couple. Their eyes narrowed, focusing on the endgame. "Phase Four: Chaos," they read. "The vampire world is exposed, and humanity reacts." Panic would spread, and the vampire community would scramble to maintain control. Lucas and Emilio would be caught in the crossfire. Their ultimate goal: harness the chaos to reshape the world. The documents were carefully returned to the folder, labeled "Operation Nightshade." The game had begun.

That person won't give up until they achieve their goal. They kept moving forward despite feeling disheartened, their morale lowered but not shattered. The meeting had unsettled them, yet it had also bolstered their determination. They refused to allow the darkness to prevail. As time went by, the scenery became more and more barren. The Abyss of Shadows stood in front, a yawning abyss of darkness that appeared to consume every bit of light. As they got closer, Eva sensed a chill running down her back. "This is the moment," Selene whispered, her voice barely audible. The Depths of Darkness. The second artifact is concealed in the depths.

Rafael chuckled darkly. "Ethics?" "Yes, ethics!" She answered back. "Make me believe that she deserves to die or else I am out of this!" She held the gun in front of him and released it from her hold. Rafael grabbed it before it could fall on the ground. "Do we need to kill the humanity in you before you kill her " He raised his eyebrows threateningly. Mira smirked. "You are underestimating me if you think I don't have darkness in me! Ask your brother, he knows it better!"

Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line. Becoming assholes is the least of the people of Thorne Hill’s worries. They’re about to become the feast of a demonic army. “How do we close it?” I ask Evander, but the only response I get is a blank stare. “I haven’t the slightest clue,” he finally says. The banshee circles again, screaming so loud it echoes inside our heads, rattling the glass windows of the house.

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.