Darkness Father Novels & Stories

Light and darkness, locked in an eternal dance, their arrival signifying a pivotal moment in the world's fate. "They spoke of Ophelia and Darius King," my father's voice grew heavy, weighed down by the gravity of his words. "Their disobedience of the goddess had consequences, and a price must be paid." My breath caught in my throat, and I leaned in closer, my senses heightened with anticipation. The mysterious figures, the divine retribution, the ominous warning—all of it converged into a tapestry of intrigue that I yearned to unravel. "The dark-haired man," my father's voice grew faint, barely above a whisper, "his eyes found you even before your birth. He spoke of a curse that would bathe

"Do you still have strength to fuck your mini goddesses?" "My strength might be lacking in other areas, but when it comes to sex, your father could go on till the end of time." Oh, what evil cackles that dearest father dropped. I could squeeze him tightly right there if he wasn't off hugs for now. Looking at his masked face, no way will there be another lord Xota, the god of all deities. No one could fit that role perfectly, except my father right there. "Why did you order Lemgam to go fight the darkness now, Father? Lucifer should be able to take back his wife first. Isn't that the deal?"

my mother explains. “I have a theory,” my father says,”He somehow needed the defensive shadow ability and it may have an offensive counterpart that he has not tapped into, this would be a dark ability, not a bad one, but dark like the shadows themselves. You bring light into his world and your powers infused him with a light ability that has become his first offensive ability. If you are fated to be together, it could just be that you awakened a latent balancing force that he had already within him.”

"Please tell me you have some plan, you have an idea… We can't just wait and be afraid all the time. What kind of life is that?" "You are right, we can't. But we really don't know what we can do." I say as I feel helpless, which fuels my anger. "Actually, I have a theory… but it would need everyone's help to make it work." Caly chimes in and I perk a brow looking at her. Our gods are listening and seem to be curious at what Caly has to say. I just want solutions. "My father, whom I never met, was a dark Angel. He had a connection to the darkness, and I feel it inside of me. Darkness is all those creatures know. I think that, given a certain combination of powers, we can actually use that to

He was wondering, his father managed to secure the land of Dark Wood when he was determined to destroy everything after his mate's death. He also wanted to burn Eamonn until he got satisfied with his cries of agony. But his mother stopped him. Yes, he was under the effect of black magic. That was why it was prohibited. It was also annoying him in anger that he could hear his father in his head clearly. He still didn't know how to properly rule the dark creatures particularly those that crawled under the dark and sucked all energy. They are called Oscuros. Fathers always trained their sons. He hated to admit it but he was curious to learn this talent.

I will be the shield he was for me. After an eternity of darkness, the heavy door groans open. It isn’t Santino, the man I once called husband, the man who let me love him while my brother’s blood was still dry on his hands. It is his father. “Look at you! So dirty!!” He barked out a laugh, his voice like grinding gravel. He circles me, a predator admiring a ruined pelt. “You don’t look like much now. My son has a talent for breaking things, doesn’t he?.”

It's your enemies within you, “I will trail you, I will call you, and I will kill you if you dare to ignore me.” “You feel weak as I watch your blood drip to the concrete ground; there is no giving up, for you have lives to save. “That’s enough, dad; now it's our turn.” “Your turn?” He laughs as his kids are locked in a cell; Joshua and Tiffany have had enough. It's time they go up against their father. At first, he laughs, Then realizes he underestimated his own kids. “Who will get the last laugh now?” Father. “Will we love you enough to spare you?” Darkness is within us; your suffering will make you heartless and merciless. “We have suffered enough; now it's your turn.” Father

“As am I. Maggot, maggot- in time you will learn.” I arched my brows. “That tall dark demons are best left avoided?” “That handsome devils are your best bet in dark nights of the soul. Who better to protect you than the father of monsters himself?” He looked at the backs of his knuckles. “I know darkness like the bones of my hand.” “You?” I said, hiding my fear. “The father of monsters?” He smiled slightly. “And many other things. You should fear me. You don't even know what I am.”

Old and dry, like wind through dead leaves. “She’s the one…” “Born under blood…” “They’ll come for her…” I stumbled backward—and into a shadow shaped like a man. I looked up. It was my father. He stood there, calm in the firelight, his eyes was full of something I couldn’t name. Sadness, maybe. Or warning. “You can’t outrun what you were born to be,” he said. Then everything went dark.

It was as if we were being watched from the shadows. As the last of the dark energy flowed from her wound, I collapsed beside her, my body trembling from the effort. My wolf, just beneath the surface, growled with dissatisfaction, knowing we had only scratched the surface of something much more dangerous. "Quinton," my father’s voice broke through the haze of exhaustion. I could hear the urgency in his tone, but there was something else there—concern. A rare thing for him. "You’ve done what you can. But this darkness… it’s older than you realize."