Deus Dark Fall Novels & Stories

Making it a place people dreamed about, the very placed they wished to venture once they perished. Darkous was the last born son though he was despised by his father from birth, his power and ability’s more than Chronos could have ever wanted. This did not help the young prince; it only damned him more than the others. The pain almost unbearable for Darkous, his father torturing him in the most barbaric and hideous of ways. But Darkous remained strong willed; he fought his father’s hate. Darkous had much ability that both helped him and damned him to repeat his pain; he could regenerate after death and come back stronger; his father playing on this at every chance he got. The young prince co

Dark said and Lenox laugh at him. “How can we kill a goddess? Specially the Goddess of Destruction?” he asked and Dark smirked at him and throw a ball of fire on his side. “Target her heart, it’s her weakness!” Dark shouted as his voice echoed as he slowly left. He is really serious of chasing me. He is desperate to end the world using me. But I won’t let that happen. I will make these werewolves to be an element of defeating the God of Death. I know that Dark will underestimate them but love can turn impossible to possible.

“I, the Goddess of light, hold to protect the light and pure heart that shed the endless blessing of this fragment creation.” “I, the God of dark, hold to contain the dim from the chaos that bounds, that will ring the trouble from the perfect harmony beyond this silent death.” Taking the hand of the first keys everything from the simple beginning became the clouded truth of the sin of greed. “Having the hand of the dark, owning the hollow of time and space and creating the unknown dimensions, will only crumble everything.” “Then let me have everything and be the one soul God.” Swallowed by the sin of greed from the misty mind behind the tempted heart emerges the sin of a glutton as the God t

There was this bloodlust that emanated from him that made the realm begin to boil like a volcano. The entire place became so dark that even Zeus couldn't see his body. “To defeat light you need darkness, and I am darkness.” Luci grinned and out of the blue he grabbed Zeus on the neck. “Let go of me, you wretched freak. I am a God, I am Zeus the God of lighting.” Zeus trailed off. “And I am the devil, the God of darkness.” Luci replied and dug his hand right inside Zeus's chest. “You can't kill me, I am a God.” Zeus spewed blood from his lips.

Taking a sip of tea, Finnley then said, “Indeed, and it’s high time I told you more about that group. For starters, the group’s real name is supposedly the Solana Deus Sect. You only know of it as the Sun League since the descendants of the secular world call it that. Regardless, it was thousands of years ago when the Deitus Realm experienced a great catastrophe. At the time, many deus sects and Angelords fell, and even some great demons ended up injured or straight out disappearing. Nobody truly knows what happened that year, but that’s beside the point. The important thing is, the Soluna Deus Sect was somehow able to survive… Honestly, it isn’t even a stretch to claim that it’s the sole re

"We are direct descendants of your nature and prowess! I am Dark, Lord of Divinity! She is my wife, Phuture, Goddess of Divinity! We humbly ask for your gracious benefits to restore our spiritual energy!" Dark's spiritual energy flowed from the bible, illuminating the classroom with an aura of glistening black and orange hue. They watched while the energy's aura continued its circular motion around the room, until it came crashing down on Dark and Phuture simultaneously. The duo's location changed after the aura crashed down on them from the ceiling. Phuture's intelligent guess was that they'd been transported to a world of divinity, but confusion wouldn't falter her from an attempt to retur

He has become a completely different god altogether. Michiall, the playful, vibrant, and extremely curious god of games and mischief has turned into Dorchadais – the literal god of Darkness, wielder of one of the most fundamental forms of energy. But in order for him to be free, the chains need to be fully broken. And because of the lesser amount of dark energy on the middle plane, he also needs a vessel to act as his conduit and bring more darkness to Meanach. Once he has turned Meanach into an annex of Iochtarach, he can then ascend and become powerful enough to face the other gods once again.

Viper managed to cry out, all the while feeling the wrenching pain that was in her guts as she tried to stand using her hands and knees. “Why I’m killing you?” Xander spoke, his cool yet firm voice still betraying his evil deeds. “Have you ever heard about the Darkforce?” The Viper was too confused and in pain to answer. “Well, let’s just say that place sucks like hell!” he spat, “it is hell, actually! The souls of the damned and all that shit that it seemed impossible to get out of until this guy, calls himself Prometheus and claims to be a god and all that he could get us out only of I could help him find some mysterious cosmic artifact...”

The big dangerous wolf appears out of nowhere and grabs Delfina from her neck, “I told you earlier that you will die a terrible death if you follow the same path as him. But you put the deaf ear on me. Now, see with your eyes, the beginning of the dark era!” “When there is darkness, the light appears from somewhere to kill it. I am not afraid of the death, Tigor, because I have planted the seed of the light. Your darkness will fade when the true light will Luminate the shine.” Delfina states before passing out from the suffocation.

Jenkins asked in her mind to Jasmine. “Yes.” Jasmine stuttered unsure of what she was seeing. “Who is he?” “The warrior of darkness who works for the light. I won’t go with him. Please help me.” Jasmine looked over to the sort of dark Angel man. His eyes were a beautiful green and his skin was glowing. He had on some kind of black armor that didn’t hide his body at all. He was built like a god. “So you can see me,” he spoke and it was as if Angels from the heavens were raining down on trumpets. “Odd.”