Darkness In The Blood Novels & Stories

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

I opened the door hearing those whispers that I grew up with. Blood. Feed us blood. The darkness called. It seems they’re feeling hungry today. ‘I'll feed you if you find someone for me in return. Do we have a deal?’ 'Yes' 'Yes' 'Yessss' The darkness' many voices whispered back with eagerness. I sliced my hand on a shard of glass and dropped it to the floor where the darkness pooled, licking it up. The wound healed quickly, not giving them too much. The darkness was frustrated by the amount, but it had already agreed to help, never specifying how much blood it wanted.

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“You will learn to control the bloodlust that threatens to consume you, or you will lose yourself to the darkness forever.” I nod, swallowing hard as I feel the power of the vampire within me surge through my veins. With a deep breath, I close my eyes, focusing on the energy that flows through me, the darkness and light balancing in perfect harmony. As the night falls and the shadows grow deeper, I can feel the bloodlust building within me, a fierce hunger that threatens to overcome me. But I remain steadfast, my mind clear and my resolve strong.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

Brandon shouted. He’d seen this liquid once before when he’d traveled back to medieval times. It was the blood of darkness and would consume any living creature that made the fateful mistake of stepping into it. “What is it?” Dennis asked, thunderstruck by the sight before him. Not only was there a thick black menacing looking liquid surrounding the stone Tara stood on, but all around its perimeter lay the remains of small animals and something else. “‘Tis the magic of the dark lord,” Fiona said with disgust. “He must have attached it to the demon soldier. It activated when he was destroyed.”

That's all there is to it. The top of the stairs is when my legs slowly come to an end. Despite the fact that it is right in front of me, at first I believed what I saw. It's like having one of those bizarre nightmares where the only way out is another nightmare. Perhaps the memory of the darkest night of my life from earlier is returning to taunt me and drag me to yet another bloody black pit. I blink once and then twice, but the scene in front of me remains. Why the hell am I still asleep?

Hordes of zombies, bearing the signs of the plague and bearing the faces of the people of Genbofen, marched to war against the living. With the last vestiges of his conscious mind, Viktor returned the sights, smells and sounds to the unearthly ethereal matter from which they originated and watched them melt and dissolve into a black slime, at the same time drawing the dark power of the essence of death itself that was solidifying within the crypt and concentrating it on a single point, a single thought. He wanted to live. And that simple wish took shape. A bolt of dark energy was released from Viktor like an eruption, in a catastrophic shock wave of lethal power. He collided with Theodria an

Summer's POV She stared at the gruesome faces covered in blood, their mouths open wailing in agony. They moved towards her as she tried to back away. Behind them the devil himself smiled viciously enjoying the look of pure terror on her face. Try as she might she couldn't back any further as they closed in clawing at her while laughing. Waking with a jolt Summer attempted to catch her breath as her heart hammered in her chest. Her whole body shook from the overwhelming fear she was feeling from the same nightmare she had almost every night.

But my blood found the darkness, too. I felt it. Like two currents colliding inside her. My Lycan blood advanced—healing, rebuilding. And the darkness retreated. Withdrew. Burrowed deeper. It didn’t fight my blood. It avoided it. It hid—like an animal that knows it cannot win and chooses survival over pride. And in that retreat—in that fraction of a second when the darkness shifted to evade my blood— I sensed something that stopped my heart. It was aware. Not an illness. Not residue. Not the scar of an old spell.