Grim Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

Dark smiled at her and seemed to expect what would happen to her. “Baby, aren’t you done playing with her yet?” Dark asked before kissing the girl on the forehead. “No!” Grace whispered. “Dark, don’t let that girl fool you. Natasha, save Natasha!” Natasha laughed, and the woman was obviously desperate. “That girl is a demon, Dark!” She points out to Natasha that her face is still Cherry’s. “Don’t beat—ahhhh!” She screamed in pain, and Dark suddenly kicked her in the stomach. “Bitch, what you did to Natasha is unforgivable! I will make sure that, until your last breath, you will regret what you did and feel the pain of death!”

His jaw clenched with anger. I scoffed, “Of course. I forgot you are Grim the hybrid. You can't be a prince charming; you can't be the ray of hope and light in my life. You, like others, are darkness. You all lure me and trap me in a dark well where I am unable to come out, and then you throw dirt at me, making me live at your mercy. And when you get tired of me, you slit my throat and thrash me because that is all I can ever be. A dirt to you,” I retorted.

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

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

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

Crystal purred, moving to playfully bite his ear. “I did tell you that I would make all your desires come true,” he responded making me almost gag as they stood there flirting. Taking that as a chance to attack, I started running towards them. All I needed was just that one chance to direct all of the Sun`s energy to him as previous Elise had done, weakening him. But unluckily it required being close to him. “You have to go through them first to get to me,” Drakes arrogantly stated while releasing large amounts of dark mist which quickly filled the room. Affecting all the scared prom attendees as their eyes turned pitch black.

He knew the places to hide and the people who would help keep our presence a secret from the Vampire king. All of us slowed as we approached the Nightcrawler. His shadows slipped away as we finally reached him. His yellow eyes assessed each of us. The corner of his lip tipped up, revealing his unnaturally white teeth. "Well, don't you all look like shit," Drabek let out a deep chuckle before shaking his head. None of us huffed a laugh at his amusement. I quickly eyed the others seeing their unamused expressions matched my own.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE