Fated To Darkness Series Novels & Stories

“In Darkness’s underground city. They were psychics. He told me they were, but not strong enough for his purposes. The bodies were piled up, and I could see half-formed babies, some fully formed, all dead. When those women died, they were lifemates, weren’t they? Lifemates to some of the hunters waiting.” “More than likely. The loss was felt deeply. The souls will be reborn but there is no way of knowing if the hunters can hang on that long. That was part of Darkness’s plan. If he takes the lifemates away, destroys them, more hunters will turn, helping him to create a larger army.” “If they know they’ll be reborn…” “There is no way of knowing when they will be reborn. What century. Where. Th

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

My Other Face: No Mercy. Alpha Rowan's POV Festus's scream was the sound that finished my morning. I smirked and took the seat opposite him. He hadn’t lasted long. Panic licked his skin and sweat had made his collar dark. The pleading came in rhythm, urgent bursts. "Please, boss. He threatened my family. Please, have mercy." I smiled a slow, humorless smile. "Do you know why they call me the unforgiving spirit of Draevyn?"

Fear and something electric twisted together in his gut as the darkness consumed everything sight, saf ety, resistance. He was completely, utterly at Cove Voss’s mercy. And the nightmare had only just begun.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

because that amount of darkness could undoubtedly kill me. "No... I won't do it... I will not leave my mate..." I said, and the light spark flared a little. Suddenly, I felt warmth growing within me. I saw the darkness getting stronger, and I tried to fight it. I felt pain, and the darkness spread. Then I felt warmth, and a soft voice ringing in my ear. "I am here... I´m beside you..." it was Sary, my lovely mate, guiding me home... "Fight it... You can do it..." She said, and then I felt my light increase, and started to drown the darkness. The darkness held on tightly and even while sedated, I felt my body jerking and writhing.

“Ok. I am going to create light swords for you all to use. Let’s teleport between the dark forces and take out as many as possible. Think about your blade or sword of choice and I will manifest it in your hands.” There were about 10 of us, each armed to the teeth with light weapons. I turned my dagger to a long sword and we began teleporting from one dark warrior to another and either stabbing them or cutting their heads off. The ten of us had gone through half of their forces in less than 3 minutes. They did not know what to do because they could not predict where we would pop up. Our strikes were random or at least appeared to be. Some of the dark witches tried to follow us, but we doubled

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

She sinks into the darkness, the blue of her eyes fading. I reach out, wanting to follow. But I can’t. My legs are frozen in place, the sweeping ice of the shadows sink into me, chilling me to the bones. My mouth opens, wanting to scream. To tell her to come back. Nothing comes out. And the darkness swallows me whole.

Week three: Emilio's family is threatened, forcing Lucas to act. Week five: The media receives anonymous tips about the vampire couple. Their eyes narrowed, focusing on the endgame. "Phase Four: Chaos," they read. "The vampire world is exposed, and humanity reacts." Panic would spread, and the vampire community would scramble to maintain control. Lucas and Emilio would be caught in the crossfire. Their ultimate goal: harness the chaos to reshape the world. The documents were carefully returned to the folder, labeled "Operation Nightshade." The game had begun.