Mass Effect Fanfiction Dark Humanity Novels & Stories

More aligned with the First Dark’s original beliefs. “I am Doubt,” it said. Its voice was heavy. Resigned. Certain of failure. “I am the piece that believes nothing is better. That believes existence is suffering. That believes erasure is mercy. And I will prove it. I will experience your precious existence. I will feel your claimed connection. I will understand your supposed meaning. And then I will report that everything you said was lies. Everything you promised was false. Everything you believe is wrong. And the First Dark will erase all existence. Will return everything to perfect peaceful nothing. Will end this failed experiment forever.”

Said Dark Jahmar furrowed. “I’m dead. I did it.” "I will pick you up and deliver you." Said Dark "You're a Reaper?" Jahmar asked in shock Dark looked toward Jahmar. “Why have you done it? Did you know that Trans has problems with the backlog and that you add yourself up? Humans are easily get attached with emotions?” Dark said with annoyance Jahmar had no idea what he was talking about. "Why did you do this?" Dark asked again, calmly

“I’m afraid not. It was dark, and they snuck in, and then crept up behind us.” “That doesn’t sound like anyone in the Clan,” I said, my frown pulling my eyebrows together, taut in the centre of my forehead. “I’ll speak to Aradia about it now. Do you want to come with me?” “I – I think we’d rather not,” said the woman. She pushed her fine, mousey brown hair back behind her ears. “There’s nothing more to tell. I’m sure you can pass on the message just fine, dear.” In that moment, the fact that Dark Vampires saw eternal youth as a blessing made total sense. These humans had just been attacked, but she still called me dear – even though I was one of the very same monsters that had only moments a

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

“Hunter we will get her back. We have everything we need to take down Dark Forest and trust me I want nothing more than to wipe that cocky smirk off that pricks face. But we need to do this right so she doesn’t get hurt. We need to send scouts into Dark Forest okay?” Hunter nods his. I know this has to be frustrating. Not even his mother knew of this affair or of the child. That was a secret Hunter’s father took to his grave and one Hunter refused to tell. Mixing was hugely frowned upon in our history and typical if a lycan produced an offspring that was half human it was terminated. It was looked down and the poor kid would get picked on if they were a hybrid of anything else but not human.

The cold, sterile white-out began to creep toward my boots, the high-voltage purge threatening to scrub the hybrid code from my system before it could fully take root in my physical flesh. The emotional tension within my skull was a suffocating, terminal vice. I looked at the vast, silent crimson of Dante's gaze. Even as the white ghosts stripped away his administrative privileges, his expression remained perfectly serene—a cold, heartless god who had already traded his heartbeat to keep me pinned to his chest. Am I human... or what they created?

Donna sits at the ta-ble and sighs, “I am sorry I scared both of you. After they burned my husband alive, I was in a very dark place. I was just angry and depressed and decided revenge would be the only thing for me now. So, I made a stupid mistake and went to the Under Realm to become a dark human. I thought the only way to get revenge was to get powerful. I wanted to burn the palace to the ground and its corrupt system with it. But as soon as I got back to the Sea Realm something went wrong. It was like my mind decided I wasn’t completely made of darkness or something. I have been stuck in this half normal human, half dark human form ever since. My healing powers have disappeared completel

Her hand came to rest at the base of my throat, feeling the mess of my own heartbeat. I smiled, a slow, reverent thing, and pressed our joined hands above my heart. “Especially because you are,” I promised. Ava let out a shivering breath, her walls crumbling a little more. “I want all of you, Damian. Even the darkness. Especially the darkness.” No one had ever said that to me. Not in all my life. I felt something ancient and unsteady buckle inside—something that had nothing to do with being alpha, and everything to do with being human.

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.

A vision bloomed behind my eyes, uninvited and unstoppable. Seraphine was kneeling in a chamber of black stone, her face lifted toward a shadow that wore no shape of its own. Agatha standing beside her, young and fervent, blood on her hands, belief blazing in her eyes. “You promised us dominion,” Seraphine said. “I promised you purpose,” the shadow replied. “You promised me a door.” A hybrid child. A body that could endure. A soul that could anchor. Me? The dark man on the ridge flexed his fingers, and the skin along his arm split open. Black light bled through, sizzling as it met air. He hissed softly, not in pain, but irritation.