Darkness Father Novels & Stories

"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?"

It was best she not engage further she could feel the rage and control radiating off of him. Akenos stood there fuming. Why must his bastard brother have all the luck. Akenos was more powerful. His father à mother were true gods his half brother conceived from his father's trifling ways was not. He was less than. What is a God of the dark anyways?

The man says, attempting to jerk my hands away but I crash his body, he whimpers in pain, groaning like a little baby. I am expecting him to say that he’s from Dante so it surprises me when he yells in a pained voice. “The darkness sent me!” Immediately, I let him go, letting him fall to the floor. I sigh, the thought of the darkness has been in my mind a lot lately. First he’s keeping Gia for something, I have no idea who he is, or what he wants with my family. My father has tons of enemies, but why is the darkness targeting me? What does he want?

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

My father’s form began to fray, as if the darkness itself rejected him. With one last cry I sealed the motion. The light exploded. And the dream… …split apart.

"If he approaches you during the trip or thinks of harming you, I will make the Black Mountain repeat his story over the coming years without interruption." "Thank you." I nodded my head, trying to straighten my stance, everything he uttered etched upon my heart in diamond water that would never be erased. I turned forward with a slight smile, not knowing why I had to cry every time I remembered my father. "My father was never a father to us. I believe he loathes me more than he hates my sisters." I addressed him without guessing for a second, my eyes contemplating the back of the orca whale and its way of swimming away from the ship, looking extremely enchanting. My vocal cords shook despit

His wolf was fighting to break free. The veins in his neck stood out as he struggled to stay calm, even his canines lengthened slightly, as golden light flickered behind his eyes while his wolf fought for control. "Natalia..." he said quietly. His voice was shaking. "The man Dominic described... is the Dark Lord of Crystal Pack himself." My mouth fell open. What? How did my father know him? When Dominic mentioned him, it was obvious he'd never met the man before. So how did Father recognize him immediately?

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

There was nothing I could do to appease a tyrannical dress shop owner except maybe work in her boutique for free for the rest of my life as to 'pay off my debts'. Father had also grown extremely quiet, only muttering to me that we would enter Stygian within the next few minutes. As if I couldn't see the looming gates. Something about his demeanour had slipped into someone I wasn't familiar with. Someone who I hadn't known growing up. Was he as nervous to be here, as I? Did humans unsettle him? Pushing down my thoughts, I rode on, focussing on the looming guard towers. Harpoon type launchers sat atop each podium, arrows already strung back, ready to fire. The tips didn't shine with the same m

"I want to help you bring a new dawn to the Dark Moon pack. To help you restore it to its previous glory, even if it means putting my life on the line. I am tired of being silenced." The chamber darkened with the weight of the revelation that Edwin's father had not been slain by enemies on the battlefield, but by treachery rooted in the very heart of Dark Moon.