Darkness Overlord Novels & Stories

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

Adrenaline rushed in many veins, as fiery red waves of light in the darkened sky confirmed the one now prominent truth; the approaching end of human existence, which has been warned by the government, preached and prophesied by many religious organizations, and declared repeatedly by the news media was finally here. It was all dark and reality was bleak. The once scorched sky in the forenoon had become denser, the air around filling with debris of a strange and unknown substance. It was flaky, yet glittering. It was burnt. It looked like the ash from a wrecked kiln. Above it something else was falling. A gigantic planetary body, terrifying like a big monster, with all the strange debris eman

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

"Do you see that, Child of Light? Your dearest chosen one has abandoned the power of light and is absorbing dark energy instead. That's what you get for trusting the universe! No one is going to stop me from becoming an evil god now! The Earth shall be mine, and everyone on this planet shall become my slaves. I will make sure they spend every day in pain and misery so that they can contribute more dark energy to me! I shall take over more and more dimensions after that and get even more contributions!" As his voice echoed through the air, the Dark Lord suddenly felt a strange wave of energy. The smile on his face froze as he looked down. Wilbur had used his understanding of darkness to creat

A streak of lightning flashed past his ear, and Danial screamed as he bolted across the sand, dodging bolts that turned trees into charcoal. Meanwhile… Deep Within the Shadows Far away, deep beneath a mountain range where no light dared to enter, an enormous underground hall hummed with blood-red energy. At its centre sat a hooded figure on a throne of black stone. The air around him twisted with malice and dread. He was known only as the Overseer—the Second in Command of the Demonic Cult. Before him knelt a battered cultivator, his body pieced together by blood and bone fragments. He trembled uncontrollably, his half-regrown limbs shaking.

Cassien led me through corridors that seemed to stretch on forever, his hand warm and solid in mine as we navigated the maze of the Black Rose base. The walls were concrete, painted a dark grey that made everything feel cold and industrial, with overhead lights casting harsh shadows that cut across the floor in sharp lines. We passed doors that were closed, some with small windows that showed nothing but darkness beyond, and I wondered what happened behind them.

Mikhail's POV Love? I chuckled to myself. I have never encountered this thing and if I haven't experienced it then it's not in existence. Love doesn't exist for me, it's a myth. People have named their selfish desires love. I am not a man of love, my life holds darkness. I can't be the prince on white horse. I am darkness with black cloak of my evilness. Since childhood I have seen only violence and blood, now everything is tainted and I am covered in mud of this evilness. There is no chance for any lotus of love to bloom.

I demanded, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. Whitman sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “There’s an ancient darkness that was thought to have been defeated years ago. It was a force that once controlled the rogues, bending them to its will.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’re saying it’s back?” Whitman nodded. “Yes. This darkness is seeking revenge, and it has resurfaced with a new leader. The Blackthorns are merely its instruments.” Eli exchanged a worried glance with me. “And what does this have to do with the traitor?”

It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle. But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions. I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.