Deltarune Berdly Dark World Novels & Stories

Lora barked back. The three were thrown back into the dungeon. They peeked through the tiny rusty window and watched as the black clouds of fumes and ash washed over the once blue sky. Tyndale had destroyed the once beautiful city. Whatever was left of it dangled at the edge of extinction, moments away from being torn apart. Soon after his invasion, Tyndale enslaved the unfortunate that did not escape with the rest of the people to District Dark. Lora Deryleen for reasons unknown decided to abandon the Independent States and join forces with her younger brother Jrue Deryleen, they were directly under Tyndale in the chain of command. ༺DISTRICT DARK༻

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

“I should call my grandma’s friend Olivia. She should be able to point us in the direction of some werewolf pack. We can make some calls and see if anyone has been attacked like that.” I stood up and walked towards my phone, charging on the dining table. I kept my eyes away from their sympathetic gazes as I scrolled my contacts for Olivia. This was going to be hard. But she needed to know my grandma was gone. And she really could help us start to unravel some of these mysteries. I hit ‘call.’ Nick~ Elise. Goddess, no. The Beta filled Jake in on the details he was able to get from their Delta. Dark Mountains is a huge pack, with all kinds of extra packhouse roles. And plenty of warriors. But

I screamed, thumping his back and scratching at him with everything I had. Derek ignored my cries. He brought a heavy hand down on my backside, the sharp sting of the smack making me gasp in shock. God, this man's strength is abysmal. I continued to kick and scream, fighting for my freedom. Derek began to walk, cutting through a whirlwind of shadows and mud. The Eclipse forest was the most dangerous place in the shifter world. Ancient trees with black bark seemed to watch us pass, and a thick mist swirled around my dangling legs. The scent of wet earth mixed with his intoxicating, masculine aroma.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

A right hand grips his own glass and he takes a drink from it. “Worst than the last fucked island we were out.” The man places the glass down and then turns his attention over to some of the people. All of the patrons look worn and torn except the goblin that leers and stalks from the safety of the shadows. “People around her seem like they saw the darkness below. Maybe they have monsters under their bed, or maybe the lords of this land don’t give a fuck about their people.” Gardax takes another swig from his drink and then refreshes it by pouring more of the rum in his glass. “Another country that is full of pigs without the guidance of Kales? Is there even a kingdom that can stand up to th

Erin~ Shit! Shit! Damn it! Erin cursed silently, his heart pacing. He tore his gaze from those startled eyes and pale face as he turned back down the side street, his feet quietly and hurriedly down the cobbled sidewalk, as he dashed towards the alley. He knew she was scared of the dark and wouldn't dare take a step closer even at gunpoint. Shit! 'Why is she heading this way? The lit street is in the other direction, damn it! Does she have a f***ing death wish?!' His mind was raised with all possible questions as he tried escaping from her…but …

Intrusive thoughts urged me to push him but then the pack would be without an alpha and all the speculations about my murder would be true. “ Delaury!” I quickly gave him my hand so he would pull me to stand beside him on the makeshift Altar. The moon was burning now, almost as if the skies were burning and the heat was pouring over us. “ We're going to get roasted Tristan , this is wrong” “ I don't care Delaury, a blood moon is a blood moon, now I want you to profess your love to me” “ How i–” “ Like how we did so at the dancing moon”

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

Goodness, I have Cian beside me while here I am trying to solve his brother's unexpected remorse to me. I sighed in annoyance, shaking my head with such weird thoughts. I shifted my focus to Cian and ignored the warning signals coming from his brother's dark aura. Pierre Monteblanco. I didn't appreciate the idea of why his name already speaks of trouble.