Darkness Manipulation Novels & Stories

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

"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?"

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

You’ll hurt her. You’ll hurt the child. You’ll become exactly what you hate. I staggered back. “You’re lying,” I said. “This is manipulation.” The girl’s expression didn’t change. “I gain nothing from lying to you, Damien.” She began to fade, her form dissolving into mist. “Wait,” I said sharply. “If I do this—if I seal the bond—what happens to the darkness?” Her voice echoed faintly as she disappeared. “It sleeps.” The hole snapped shut.

“Snatched both me and Lucas and put us here.” “Emily, too,” he reminded her. “To make you stronger, to preserve all you hold dear. No distraction, no vulnerability,” the man conceded. “It is not like The Darkness. It will manipulate moments, not the people who pass through them.” “Then it is as the poem said: it’s all game,” she said flatly. “A game that has been in play for longer than recorded time,” the man replied. “And, yes, everyone has their part to play, but no one will know how to move until their moment comes.”

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

It was a truth whispered in hushed tones, for it carried both privilege and sacrifice. In the realm of the supernatural, the concept of a destined mate was deeply ingrained, an age-old belief that transcended time and species. Each supernatural being, whether it was a demon, vampire, werewolf, or other mystical creature, was believed to possess a singular, fated counterpart – the other half of their soul. This union was considered the most profound and sacred connection in their existence.

Every step echoed through the silence, weighing me down. We walked deeper into the warehouse, the air thickening with tension. I could feel the Master's presence, his power coursing through the space like an invisible current. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipation building with each step. What lay ahead? As I followed Vikram through the winding corridors of the abandoned warehouse, the air grew thick with an eerie, palpable presence. It was as if the very walls trembled with anticipation, sensing the formidable being that awaited us. We stopped before a grand, ornate door, its surface etched with ancient symbols of dark power. Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber b

Voices shouted, bodies shifted, but no one moved within the impenetrable darkness that shrouded them and which could not be dispelled. ‘What is it?” someone cried. “Illusion.” “Sorcery!” someone cursed. “Possibly. But there is no surety even in that. It could be some manner of working that casts a true shadow over us all.” “Dispel it!” “How?’ More disembodied voices shouted and cursed, sought solutions until slowly a spark appeared and grew to pierce the darkness, thrust it into the nooks and crannies where true shadows lie. When it was all done, Malcolm stood beneath the light.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.