Heart Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

“It’s a manifestation.” Kael stepped forward slowly, his voice steady—but strained. “The Heart of Darkness.” The name alone seemed to weigh on the air. Ethan didn’t look away. “It’s not hiding anymore,” he said. “No,” Kael replied. “Because it doesn’t need to.” --- The Descent of Fear The Heart pulsed. Once. And the world reacted. Across the sanctuary, soldiers staggered. Creatures growled uneasily. Some dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as whispers flooded their minds.

The darkness would claim victory. I shut my eyes and reached beyond the stabbing pain in my ribs, beyond the searing heat of the gashes carved into my back. Deeper still, I searched for the very center of my soul, for that tiny, uncorrupted spark neither light nor darkness could touch. This was the part of me that belonged only to us.

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

"But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." ― Joseph Conrad, ~ Darkness. It could be Wickedness or evil, or Unhappiness or gloom, or the basic meaning, the partial or total absence of light (Dictionary).

Together, they unleashed a surge of light that shattered the darkness, leaving the malevolent force weakened and vulnerable. With a final burst of courage, the hero confronted the darkness directly. They looked into its abyss and found a reflection of their own fears and doubts. But instead of succumbing, they embraced those insecurities, transforming them into resolve and strength. With a flash of brilliance, the hero released the full power of the Heart of Lumiera, dispelling the darkness once and for all. The Dark Citadel crumbled around them, and the realm erupted in a symphony of light, celebrating the victory of harmony and compassion.

He kept that pleasant smile plastered on his face, but his eyes were deadly serious. "How thoughtful," I scoffed. Dr. Sweetheart took a drink of his whiskey with a light chuckle. "Don't be that way, Adam. You poked at a sleeping dragon, so you should have expected it to wake up." I chuckled darkly. "I've slain quite a few dragons over the past few years." Dr. Sweetheart calmly nodded, clearly unimpressed. "Yes, I've heard the stories. Rumors about 'The Devil Dog' spread like wildfire in our line of work every day."

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

“Those people are crazy. They could do anything to get what they want. The business is so dirty…” “When I told you you’re mine,” he said, “I wasn’t speaking a language you didn’t understand. I was speaking your language.” His words gave me comfort I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t know if I could trust him. I didn’t know if he was genuine. But somehow, I had fallen for him so fast, and it scared me. It scared me because he was here to find his father’s killer. He had a mission to destroy the Blackwoods—and I had Blackwood blood running through my veins.