Daughter Of Darkness Book Novels & Stories

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Damon immediately panicked - after all, if he was submerged in these waters, would forget how he loved her and maybe even would be able to complete his mission. - Finally you visited us.- Alistair greeted Damon, came closer and hugged him gently.- Johhan was following you, on Salvadore's orders, and discovered that you fell victim to the charm of the sorceress. Fortunately, he and his brother informed me about it in time. Now, according to our rite, you will be submerged in the black waters of the Lake of Darkness.- he announced, giving a sign to the guards. The two tallest of them grabbed Damon by the arms, took off his jacket, blouse and pants, and then plunged him into the dark abyss. Pen

I cautiously ask. She shakes her head, “Thousands of years ago the world was plunged into darkness. It was just chaos and destruction brought on by the God, Jartre. His anger and sadness possessed him and nearly destroyed the world,” she says as she walks over to a bookcase grabbing a small chest from the shelf and taking it to her desk. "And they call women emotional," I roll my eyes, much to Isolde's amusement. “Wait, are you talking about the Dark Ages?”

Willow directed them to her previous board where she was staying before shuffling around Reagan's other hideouts. Thankfully, it is still intact and no one came sniffing around. Willow took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower and get rid of the blood on her body. She feels dirty. It's as if the blood has absorbed into her pores. With each passing day, she is committing new sins. She is walking far from what she is. Before also she used to murder, kill. But then it was swift and not playing around. Now, she is torturing people with a cool precision that makes her shiver. She never knew she was dark inside. And this darkness is seeping out of her, pouring out with each pass

Plus I don't know anything about that man and even if I would find him, won't it be too weird for us to just marry because his father just said so? 'He has been waiting for you for many years, my lady.' That made me more confused. 'His son is sleeping for decades down the River of Flames. A clairvoyant once told him that only the lady whose ability is fire and is a fire dragon summoner can go into the River of Flames and awaken his son. If you are confused as to why his son is there, it's because he was cursed by an evil witch, and only a lady who is willing enough to go to that deadly river can lift the curse. And you, the flames won't burn you since you are the mistress of the fire, so he

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

For a moment, everything went still. Then the dust parted… and she stepped out. Barely singed. Smiling. “My daughter should have killed you,” I breathed. “She tried,” she said simply. “But I killed her first.” She lifted her hand, and the shadows obeyed like rabid dogs. They erupted forward. This time, they weren’t spirits or twisted shapes. They were darkness itself, a mass of writhing, suffocating void. They wrapped around my arms, pinning them. Coiled around my throat. Squeezed my ribs until I couldn’t breathe.

She only needed a small amount of life force when casting a dark spell thus, she did. Dark and thick clouds started to appear one after another in the sky. The bright sunlight was once again hidden, letting the darkness spread overhead, though it was not as widespread as Layla did it earlier. She could only ease the pain in her chest when she’s under the protection of darkness. She might have disliked darkness before, but Layla couldn’t deny that she was born with it. In fact, she was the chosen daughter of darkness. Thanks to her parents, who were both evil rulers and her experiences in the dungeon, her affinity to darkness grew stronger. She felt a little better under shadows which provide

"She returns. The daughter of moonlight. Let her awaken." And then darkness pulls me under.