Darkness In The Blood Novels & Stories

“The Black Book holds the oldest secrets of the royal bloodline. Spells that can bind an Alpha’s wolf forever. Records of every forbidden ritual. Names of those who broke the laws of the Goddess. It can end the Alphas… or remake them. As for where it is hidden… the royal vault is only the beginning. The true location shifts with the moon cycles. It calls to those marked by darkness. You will know when it wants to be found. But beware … the Book does not give power. It takes. It always takes.” I opened my mouth to ask more, desperate for anything that could help me, but Elowen leaned back into the shadows, silent once again. The itch in my hand returned with a vengeance. I scratched harder, b

she laughed loudly like a maniac. Suddenly her iris disappeared and her eyes turned white. She took a small blade and cut into her Arm., blood magic was the darkest form of dark magic. It took a toll on the person using the magic and had dire consequences. “Sanguinem lunae… corda vestra mihi!” Our pack members began to drop on the ground one by one and began to convulse coughing out a green liquid from their throats. They were dying in an excruciatingly painful manner.

Lightning flashed through the cracks in the walls, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that made the whole house tremble. Then the lights flickered—once, twice—and died completely. Darkness swallowed everything. Damien pulled me close, his arm wrapping protectively around me. “Kayla, stay with me.” I clung to him, the book pressed between us. My grandmother’s voice echoed through the dark. “You have to trust the blood, not the man. The blood never lies.” “What does that mean?” I whispered. No answer came. Only the echo of heavy footsteps coming closer. Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs slammed open, flooding the room with faint, flickering light. Silhouettes appeared—three fig

"You have carried my darkness in your blood. You have fed it with your pain. You have nurtured it with your hope. You have given me everything I needed to rise. And now, it is time for the harvest." Elena screamed as darkness exploded from her chest—not the shadows of the First Darkness, not the cold fire of the Void, but something deeper, more ancient, more terrible. She felt it tearing through her soul, ripping her apart from the inside. She heard the twins screaming, felt their pain as the darkness reached for them, clawing at their innocence. "No!" Kaelen lunged toward Elena, his claws extended, his body wreathed in fury. But the darkness was too strong. It hurled him backward, slamming

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Is there no end? I just laughed and closed my eyes. Why do you keep torturing me? Why do I keep returning to the darkness? Why does it appear that there is no end? Damn. I took a deep breath but winced because my stomach was getting worse, so I held it in. The pain in my stomach nearly caused me to collapse. My legs felt like they were getting wet. I looked around and almost felt my legs when I noticed they were wet. When I saw blood on my hand, I just froze and my eyes widened.

“I summon the darkness. Send forth my hunters. Find the Royal Wolf. Break her. Break him. Leave nothing but ashes and grief.” The blood symbols pulsed once, twice, then exploded into smoke that shot upward through the ceiling and disappeared into the night sky. Far away, in the deepest parts of the forest surrounding Lycan territory, red eyes began to open. One pair. Then ten. Then fifty. Shadow wolves—creatures of pure dark magic, bound to Vivian’s will—rose from their slumber.

The moon completely disappeared. An unnatural darkness swallowed the heavens as a slow, creeping crimson shadow bled across the face of the radiant full moon. A Blood Moon had arrived, and every single werewolf within the borders of Blackthorn felt the sudden, crushing weight of it in their veins. Some warriors collapsed instantly to one knee on the frosted cobblestones. Others clutched their chests in sheer agony as ancient, dormant instincts violently awakened deep within their souls.

The darkness in the clearing wasn't merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, a suffocating blanket that pressed down on my chest, smelling of ozone, damp earth, and the sickly sweet cloying scent of decaying lotus flowers. The Blood Moon was rising, cresting slowly over the jagged tops of the ancient pines, casting a baleful, sanguine glow that turned the forest into a hellscape of shadow and blood. Every needle on every tree seemed to drip with crimson light, and the air grew unnaturally cold, a chill that seeped into my bones and froze the marrow.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.