Daughter Of Darkness Book Novels & Stories

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

I knew exactly who he was, even though I had never met him in my life. "My dad." My voice faltered. His face was unreadable. "My daughter, Nyla. Many would kill to control the power you have unleashed. I stepped forward unsteadily. "Please, Father... I have no idea what's going on with me. My strength— He cut in, sounding like distant thunder, "is only beginning to awaken." "And the darkness will rise with it." A shiver went through my body. "What's that darkness?" My dad's expression hardened. "A long-thought-dead enemy is waking up." Before his greed got the better of him, he was my ally. He now watches and waits in the shadows. And he will come to get you soon.

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.

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

As she was easily distracted with her small moral victory, I lashed a few swift kicks at her, causing her to release her hold on me, as I once again landed harshly on my legs; yet I had been able to keep myself on balance. "The matter of my daughter has finally brought me out of my hiding, and as I recall it, she is mine." Julian mentioned as she sauntered towards me, clearly having recovered from the strike. "And through her, I can finally usher in a new age of Darkness, an age where everyone will bow before me." Like hell that was happening. I wouldn't allow her to get her hands-on Kaitlyn, nor allow the Darkness to come. It simply wasn't something on the table.

I had to release him, to set him free. I reached out my hand, and I touched the face of the darkness. As I did, it began to dissolve, to melt away. And as it did, I felt something else. I felt the presence of my father, and I knew that he was at peace. I opened my eyes, and I saw that the darkness was gone. The pool was now filled with light, a light that was warm and comforting. I turned around, and I saw that the room had changed. I was no longer in a dark and cold place, but a beautiful, sunlit meadow. And there, standing before me, was my father. He looked at me, and he smiled. "I am so proud of you, my daughter," he said. "You have faced the darkness, and you have won. You have found th

Dark figures emerged from the trees, hooded and faceless, their cloaks rippling unnaturally as they circled her. “Stay away from her!” I screamed, my voice breaking free this time, but they didn’t even flinch. The air around the figures shimmered with power—dark magic, thick and suffocating. My daughter turned, her wide, terrified eyes locking with mine. “Mama, please!” Her voice shattered something inside me. I roared, the sound primal and furious, as light erupted from her tiny hands. It was blinding, golden, and blue, rippling outward and pushing the figures back. They stumbled, but they didn’t stop. They kept closing in.