Essence Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

"The Darkness Complex? What's that?" Yuri was surprised to hear this. He exchanged puzzled glances with Raphael and Roanne. "Well, the Darkness Complex is—" Leon gave them a brief explanation of Roanne's condition. The Darkness Complex was a rare, one-in-a-million physiological entity. Usually, women who possessed the Darkness Complex were not only stunning, but they were also highly intelligent and were oftentimes natural talents at martial arts and other practices! Unfortunately, although Roanne possessed the Darkness Complex, she was also born with Third Degree Block, which meant that all the purified Dark Energy within her was cooped up for years with no place to go!

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

And Darkness, he was back to where had stood earlier, his gaze elsewhere yet she could see his shadows red eye looking at her, shadows weren't meant to have eyes, they weren't meant to be controlled by a human being then how? But Darkness wasn't a human, he was a creation from the depths of hell, the same hell he was pushing her towards. Her eyes trailed down to his bare chest, she had never seen him without his coat or suit before. He was built, huge, way huger than she had thought, her hand traced her collarbone, expecting to hold a chain, only to be met with cold air.

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

Mikhail's POV Love? I chuckled to myself. I have never encountered this thing and if I haven't experienced it then it's not in existence. Love doesn't exist for me, it's a myth. People have named their selfish desires love. I am not a man of love, my life holds darkness. I can't be the prince on white horse. I am darkness with black cloak of my evilness. Since childhood I have seen only violence and blood, now everything is tainted and I am covered in mud of this evilness. There is no chance for any lotus of love to bloom.

Survival was about resisting, and resisting was almost impossible. A figure emerged from the shadows—another villager, but distorted. Limbs elongated, skin pale, eyes black as ink. He stepped toward them slowly, as if testing their fear. The eldest child raised a hand, unsure whether to fight or run. The figure stopped, tilted its head, and in a voice that was both human and impossibly hollow, whispered: "The Darkness chooses… and all must serve." The eldest child’s stomach churned. He remembered the middle child, possessed, twisted, corrupted, yet still somehow human. He realized the same could happen here, to anyone. The Darkness didn’t just kill—it consumed, rewrote, replaced.

With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness. The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the cracking thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its scarlet-red splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot.

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

I followed her. “Reed is neither a god nor mortal. Neither a wolf nor human. His glory awaits him but to shake the heavens itself he must go past through his darkness. He didn’t need his wolf, the void in his soul was already there long before I cursed him.” her words were certain as stone. I didn’t know what to say or what to make of it. His darkness?

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!