Lady Of Darkness Novels & Stories

I called out. “She is the Dark moon goddess..” A voice came from behind Mason. We all turned to see Vaya, the witch's granddaughter. I had completely forgotten about her. “You know what this.. thing is?” Mason asked. Lora shifted back into her human form, her breathing was heavy and slow. Rodrick helped her back to her feet. “The Dark moon goddess is an ancient wolf, just like the silver wolf. Her powers rivals even that of the silver wolf. How did you find her?” Vaya asked.

It enveloped her like an overwhelming mass of black. "You are late." Amahle whispered, "I want to end this. He has suffered enough." The darkness came closer to her and seemed to be amused. "He has not suffered yet." Amahle clenched her teeth and said, "Take me instead." The air stood still. "You have already been paid for," the darkness told her. "You gave your first." Amahle's knees buckled. "Then what do you want?" The answer sliced through her brain like a knife.

They all seem to agree on what they can see as they shake their heads. "We will all be taking the cable ferry since we too cannot fly around here to avoid detection," King Tiras says. Lysandra has really gained powers from the dark angel. If she can create a dark void running miles to entrap people she has gotten as mighty Luminis is. Which makes me wonder if she hasn't created golden wolves yet. We stand little chance of ever defeating her and Luminis. No wonder no one who has ever taken this path made it back out. The traps are lethal.

And atop it, on a chair of carved thorns, sat the woman herself. La Madre Nera. She didn’t rise. She didn’t need to. Her presence swallowed everything. Long black hair braided with pearls. Skin like porcelain cracked by time. Black velvet robes embroidered with Latin scripture. Her eyes were blind—but glowed with something more than sight. Amara had imagined a monster. A demon. Instead, she found a woman who looked like she could have once been holy. “La figlia della luce…” La Madre Nera’s voice rasped, echoing through the chamber. “The daughter of light returns to the dark.”

"Our sweet daughter, Emily, is tired. We're leaving this disgusting place." Back in the lounge, Emily slept peacefully on the couch. After Arthur gently spread a blanket over her, he followed my gaze to the old marriage contract on the table. It was the one I had signed years ago. Its edges were now yellow with age. "Still can't let go?" he asked softly. I shook my head. He handed me a silver lighter and flicked it open. "Burn it," he said. I clicked the lighter, and a flame flared to life.

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 had witnessed her using her other gifts, which were also unbelievable. “How would a vampire, a being of the night, be able to control light? I can understand how she could control the darkness, but the light. It doesn’t make sense.” My friend says. “I have no idea. I just know what I saw and that she used both the darkness and the light.” I reply. “What you are describing sounds like when and angel uses the “holy light”.” My friend adds.

It was just like usual, crowded, sweaty and noisy. Pressing a hand on his forehead, Reuel sucked in a deep breath as he took a step inside. However, before he could make it to the bartender, he collided heavily with someone. A flood of mild and soothing fragrance assaulted his nose. The scent of lily of valley. But before he could take a good look at the lady, she had apologized and vanished from the place. All he could see was the exposed back of a lady and Azael's words returned to his mind immediately.

The blood moon had the immense energy I needed to channel to break the curse. On the next page, there was a painting of a young girl. She had big blue eyes and long blond hair. Looking at her picture felt like I was looking into a mirror, the resemblance between the two of us was uncanny. We shared a lot of resemblance except for the fact that she had a dark and somber look and was dressed in a black attire. I couldn't explain the attraction I got, pulling me to her like a moth to a flame. Below the portrait read-- "Lady Namek of Gadot… The void of endless Darkness." I felt chills crawl all over my skin.

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.