Essence Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

Why me? He is a man of darkness, there are no feelings in his world, no will, no consent, no love, no respect and no kindness. He would use me, ruin me the way he wants, play with me as he desires and I can't do anything. I can't do anything at all. Once he is done with me then he will discard me like trash. I can't be saved from his wicked tortures and games. He is a psycho and everyone knows that. My world shattered!

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

"You have already become me. The moment you stepped into the Abyss, the moment you touched the Crystal of Light, the moment you sacrificed yourself—you embraced the darkness. You just refuse to admit it." Elena's hands clenched at her sides. "That's not true. I fought the darkness. I destroyed you." "You destroyed a shadow." The First Darkness stepped closer, its presence pressing against her like a physical weight. "I am the source, Elena. I am the origin of all darkness. I existed before your world, before your bloodline, before your ancestors ever drew breath. You cannot destroy me. You can only contain me. And you have been containing me since the moment you were born."

It was a truth whispered in hushed tones, for it carried both privilege and sacrifice. In the realm of the supernatural, the concept of a destined mate was deeply ingrained, an age-old belief that transcended time and species. Each supernatural being, whether it was a demon, vampire, werewolf, or other mystical creature, was believed to possess a singular, fated counterpart – the other half of their soul. This union was considered the most profound and sacred connection in their existence.

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Two souls come together, combining as one. Bringing forth a prophecy that can’t be undone. They move together with forceful thrusts, brimming with hate and lust. As their bodies begin to slowly entwine, their darkness comes forth just in time. To encase the world in darkness, to bring about the end of times. And when it is finished, there will be hell to pay. [Chanel’s POV] I stare in disbelief at the unmoving man on the ground in front of me.

An ominous figure cloaked in despair emerged at the center of the chaos, twisted by greed and envy. “Behold, the origin of the darkness,” the Keeper’s voice echoed in our minds. “The darkness is born from the unquenched desire for power, a longing that corrupts and enslaves. This is the fate that awaits you if you allow fear to rule your hearts.” The vision dissipated, leaving us staring into the water, breathless and shaken by the knowledge we had just witnessed. “It’s not just an enemy,” Althea said, her voice trembling. “It’s a manifestation of our own fears and desires. We must confront that within ourselves to truly overcome it.”

Her Awakened Realm moonlight essence expanded and underwent a qualitative transformation at an astonishing speed, just like parched land drinking in a long-awaited downpour. Extreme terror finally surfaced in Blood Axe’s scarlet eyes. He could feel his hand, trapped against Eira’s chest, melting away little by little under an irresistible force. “Get off me!” Blood Axe let out a shrill roar. He knew there was no escape. A savage ferocity lay deep within every Dark Blood werewolf. If he could not run, he would take everyone down with him. He activated the black rune on his chest without hesitation. Destructive crimson light condensed sharply inside the barrier, warping the air with intense he

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o