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Each word landed heavier than the last. “Let’s see how your family feels,” he added quietly, “knowing you’re here… suffering.” Luca’s chest tightened, panic flickering beneath the surface. Adrian straightened, stepping back completely now. Distance. Control. "Welcome to hell, Luca. This isn’t a game anymore. I’m not… kind. I don’t apologize. I don’t reward weakness.” He pulled back, his face a mask of impenetrable indifference, leaving Luca sprawled on the bed, naked, aching, and utterly, terrifyingly alone.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

All Layla’s attention was on the words the other version spoke and the dept they carried. “Death has broken the balance, it has always been unfair and unjust, but that day it had place new meaning to those words. There has always been a pull between the light and the dark, but the dark had created a place which light could not see, only after it was consumed did the light understand what had happened, what the darkness had plotted. Light, life, had to reset the balance, fight back the pull of the darkness and it has done so by taking apart the undead with sharp teeth and claws that could rip through boulders, light has created the beast. And once more balance was restored. Death however coul

The dark magic that had held it together shattered, and the black flames dissipated into the night. Vercus lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with disbelief. "No… this can’t be…" Daryl stood over him, his eyes glowing with the power of his ancestors. "This is for my family. This is for every innocent life you destroyed." With one final blow, Daryl ended Vercus’s life. The battlefield grew silent as the remaining Star Crust warriors, seeing their leader defeated, began to surrender. The war was over. Vercus's dark reign had come to an end, and the shadow of Jeldon was finally gone.

Orion just stares at Death, clearly shocked and confused as to why his father would give up his mantle now that he has this new, immense power. “And I!” Death declares, looking around at his courtiers, and his priests, and the girls all dressed in red. “Will be Emperor of this entire Planet! I claim it as my own, I seize it from Darkness himself!” A huge pulse – much more powerful than the one we felt before – pounds out around us, echoing through the entire space. My eyes go wide as I realize that Death just declared a new war, and this time against a much, much more powerful foe than I.

Daniel laid there a little longer before he went back into the living room. The fire was low, throwing more firewood in the fireplace, he sat near it. Daniel needed to get back to his planet before the girls got comfortable here, he would come back when he knew the planet was ready for them. The last time he tried bringing them there, the war started early, and many died including Gabriela and Abey. “You think they can pull off saving this world again?” Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

“And wretched the name of my men.” “Who is to blame, archangel?” Samael snapped his neck. He wiped his hands in disgust, roughly dismounting the altar. Jakkon, immobile, wheezed with laughter. “Silence. No answer. The sound of your heart,” he observed. “I know mine, Samael, and it is black as tar. But then, at least I have one.” Death's face darkened. He watched as Jakkon decayed, gritting his teeth. “Poetry, Jakkon?” he snarled. “Is that the best you can muster? I thought I taught you better.”

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.