Deku Dark Hero Novels & Stories

Never gave up when her close ones turned against her. It's not in her blood to give up. She didn't dabble in dark arts to stumble at the first hurdle. Her tenacity has landed her in this kingdom, a lover to HIM, who is as greedy as her if not more for power. It was easy to pull his strings once she laid the plans, but her weakened state on the eclipse has stretched her power thin, collapsing the illusion she created for HIM. HE entered the room, one hand holding a wine glass filled to the brim with red liquid. He smirked as his eyes roved over her naked glory.

Caspian asked. "Ah, it's called 'Survive as the Shade Hero's Daughter'. It's a really good story but it's quite dark because the Dark Hero or the Duke is a serial killer for the Emperor, but then he adopts a encounters an orphan girl from the streets after he sees her wield a rare kind of magic and thought she'll be a great prospect. Then the daughter who saw the Duke as his savior did everything she could to protect the Duchy and the Empire, using her talents and skills, she exposes the women who wants to seduce the Duke and cause the Empire into ruin. While doing that, she maintains a good relationship with her Father, her brother, a mercenary who turned out to be a billionaire, the Guild

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Like a lazy, indulgent king, he brought a goblet of Hemlock’s nectar to his lips and drank slowly. The bronze glow of the fae light matched the autumnal tones of his hair and the smattering of freckles across a crooked nose. “I have to ask,” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “Why did you dedicate your fight to me and not Drefan? Not that I’m complaining. After all, I am magnificent, vicious, and well-endowed.” Draco, who had never liked the company of either brother, grunted, “Humble as well.”

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

They laughed. Later, heading to night class, Dre stopped. Ethan sensed danger. “We know you’re out there. Come out and talk peacefully,” Ethan announced. They emerged from the dark, uniforms on, deadly weapons in hand. “Fvck—they’re trying to kill us!” Dre cursed. “We know you’re not rich kids. Blackwood Academy is for rich kids. Our parents didn’t attend school to let street urchins join. We sniffed you out,” one man said, his drug addiction evident.

Instantly, all eyes shifted from me to the newcomer. The warriors and the small crowd of onlookers immediately turned and bowed deeply as the man approached. Lifting my eyes, I saw a young man with an air of undeniable charisma. His spiky brunette hair, square jaw, and deep blue eyes exuded a quiet strength. Despite his imposing presence, I found it hard to believe he could be the Dark Lord. Beside him stood a younger boy, whose face seemed like it had been meticulously sculpted to perfection, radiating a similar aura of authority.

The only weapon that was able to kill werewolves, as I was told. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the scar on his cheeks. The very first time I saw him I have thought he was very bad news, but in reality, he isn’t. Dean was a very silent man, clever, a bit blunt, okay he was too much blunt for his own good yet he adored his family to the infinity even though his look screams fox. Xander trusted him, after all, he is his beta; he handles his shit more often than anyone since he sees him that much. He was an almost exact version of Xander, mysterious, obscure, with a hint of danger in their aura.

Whatever secrets her past held, she knew one thing for certain—she wasn’t alone anymore. “You need to be a strong Alpha to lead such a pack,” VuK said, his expression unusually serious. “We’re definitely going to help you get revenge. But we have a problem—we haven’t found the people who wanted you dead yet. And let’s not forget that they also wanted my dear, lovable brother dead.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he walked toward Draven and Aurora. “I can’t lose both of you while we’re fighting a war.”

They were all seated around the big table in the room. At the head of the table sat their leader and master, Edmund Drake the most dreaded sorcerer of the werewolf kingdom. He was a very powerful sorcerer who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted. Among the people who had come for the meeting was Declan Hawke, though he didn't practice dark magic, but he had formed a dangerous alliance with Edmund Drake. Edmund had bent them all to his will. His word was Lord over them all. Their greed for power has kept them under his will. The kind of power that could only be gotten from his dark magic. His voice could be heard vibrating through the dark room as he spoke.