Darkness In The Blood Novels & Stories

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

He gawked at the shadow before him, it was starting to feel smothering, contentment wasn't there anymore, maybe it was because the darkness used to give him power, make him feel on top of the world but now, it was that same darkness that was slowly stinking the life of out of him, reminding him of the pledge he took with the devil, the path he chose when he accepted that glass of black blood. Feeling a burn on his chest, he brought his hand against his chest and clenched, his body getting heated, suddenly he coughed out a load of black blood, staining the shiny floor, his grip tightening on the hand of his throne.

Now back at the secluded cottage>>>>> The woman saw more and oh, that darkness that they followed, that darkness that led them, that darkness that wanted to rule, causing blood to spill as that darkness, enjoyed the blood and slashes, the darkness also taking what the darkness wanted. "A darkness descends, blood, so much blood, a tempest of blood and steel, power, brother against brother, friend against friend. A land that shall weep, and the cries of the innocent that will go unheard and that one death that might change everything", the woman's lips moved as these words came out of her mouth in hushed tones that felt so heavy in the air. As it played out more to her, her face contorted, it

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin. I have to focus on pushing my wolf down from the surface. Someone has hurt what's ours, and it's fresh from the way she starts rubbing it pulling her sleeve down making sure it stays covered. I can feel my wolf rattling my cage. He wants to go up to her, sweep her up off the floor and claim her as his in front of everyone. Though I'm pretty sure the tiny human girl would definitely bolt before I'd even get close enough.

why this happens to me only. I was now scared like hell....I switched on light and went to lift but it was not working...then I took stairs... But at the lower floor ...there were no lights. It was pitch dark. Now I actually got scared....and tears were escaping from my eyes... I have huge phobia of darkness. I can't go there...I am scared... So I went back to the cabin...and called the watchman...but he was not picking up phone...why? Please pick the phone...no one was answering... why?

"We journeyed there, thinking the ten men were summoners - even though it was unlikely for ten summoners to massacre a troop. The King showed us the bodies, most had just their bones, burnt all over as though they melted; we knew this was a new evil. I got excited, with two troops we searched the surrounding lands and forests. Then we came across them, dark souls I called them, eyes hallow as night, blood dark and thick as darkness, skin as pale as death." "The only way to kill them was beheading or giving a good slash - deep enough to bleed them out, this we learnt at the cost of lives even one of us and they were just twenty. We retreated and prepared for a new attack, this evil is not one

Her blood—violet and warm—slicked the black stone. Suddenly, the Null-Stone didn't just vibrate. It shrieked. The black mineral began to drink her blood, and for the first time in the First Kingdom, a shadow appeared. It wasn't Malachi’s shadow, but a jagged, hungry darkness that began to spread across the white sand like ink in water.

he said, his voice the soft drone of a lecturer, "is built on a foundation of blood magic. But it's wrapped in a glamour. A holy masking spell. Like painting gold over rust." "Then we need something that eats gold," Emberlyn muttered. She added the nightshade. The solution turned from clear to deep crimson, then to black, then to a color that had no name - a darkness that seemed to absorb the light around it. "Now," she breathed, "the catalyst." She reached for a vial of her own blood. Emberlyn was human, unaffiliated, but her blood carried the particular resonance of someone who had spent too long in the presence of outcast magic. It was rich with adaptation. With survival.