Hero Of Darkness Light Novel Novels & Stories

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark. Sun rays warmed my face and I groaned. I turned multiple times and I realized I wasn't in my bed because I would be on the floor after the second turn. I stretched and a large strong hand wrapped around my waist. The hand pulled me and my back hit his hard chest. I was confused for a minute then everything that happened the night before came rushing to my head and I groaned.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

Miguel groaned and tried to pull away from him, which he obviously failed, so he took a chance and swung his free hand to strike, but Nathaniel made a quick dodge and grabbed his other hand, squeezing it so tightly that he broke Miguel's fingers, and after that with all his strength he banged his head against the wall, breaking nose, from which a trickle of blood started flowing. Miguel finally stopped struggling. He knew very well that there was no chance for him, after all, his opponent was not a human, but a Fallen Angel. Miguel gave up, barely able to breathe, and could literally feel broken ribs stabbing in his lungs. When Nathaniel hit his head forcefully against the wall once again, M

I have to focus on the light within me, to push back against the darkness. Umbra raises his hand, and a wave of dark energy surges towards me. I brace myself, preparing for the impact. But then, I feel a surge of power within me. I channel my own darkness, focusing it into a powerful beam. I fire the beam at Umbra, and it collides with his dark energy. There's a blinding flash of light, and then silence. When my vision clears, I see Umbra standing a few feet away from me. I can’t make out his expression but I can sense that he’s in shock and disbelief.

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

Billowing up steadily like thick smoke from a burning building, the darkness reached up and snuffed the light from the candelabras first, leaving pitch darkness in its wake and permeating the entire room until it reached up to the chandelier. To my fearful amazement, the darkness engulfed the little twenty or so lights from the burning candles on it all at once. The darkness grew heavy and thick like a pregnant raincloud forced and condensed into a room. It swallowed up everything including the bearer of the darkness himself. The Cursed Lycan king, Alpha Zane. My mate. It was not just darkness. It was tangible and alive. It swelled and pulsated with an unfathomably dark energy that even I wh