Mass Effect Fanfiction Dark Humanity Novels & Stories

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

He stayed still for a moment with his eyes closed, his lower body lying next to her and his upper body pressed against hers, elbows on each side of her head. Maverick slowly opened his eyes and revealed the tears in them. “How can you still want me after knowing what I am? Azalea, I'm a hellhound! You and I are enemies! You're an angel, meant to take people to heaven and to keep evil out. I'm a hellhound! I drag souls to hell, and I keep people like you out. Your light, I'm Darkness. Everything about me is Darkness because I am from hell. I don't deserve you,” Maverick's voice cracked as he spoke. His hand moved to her face, trailing his fingers along her delicate skin. The last sentence cam

I knew it was because of the dark magic. "You were better at comforting when you were more human than—" She cut me off with a raised hand, "I know. We both know angels aren't meant to feel certain things, Zion. Your parents were just hardwired differently. As for Dark Angel's? We feel practically nothing. It's like, instead of a heart, you have an empty void of blackness sucking up everything bad in the world and converting that into strength to fuel your physical body." "You're still half-human, Alina. Don't forget that," I murmured. A large part of me felt like I was losing her more and more to the control of her dark magic.

His frame tensed, "Marcel you know how dangerous Damien gets once his humanity is far from him. This could end bloodily. Or much worse, you both could die!" "You think, just because Damien turns off his humanity after so many years and crawls out of hiding after draining a few human blood he's stronger? You're not that dumb Angelus, you know how all this works. He ran away from his darkness but I faced mine, for three hundred years. His humanity still holds him down, but you know I have none left in me." He said calmly. Of course he knew. He'd crossed the bother line between humanity and monstrosity there was no 'in—between" for him. But Damien's strongest weakness would forever be his human

Whatever it is clear Sandra wants to move. The stakes between the two camps will continue. Who will fall first? Vampires in all their darkness or humans with genius brains and minds. Can these two different peoples and come from different worlds live side by side? Find the answer after what happened later. The path of life is real and visible. All things are related to one another. Darkness "It depends, but in my opinion it could be possible." "Oh, I see. And this problem, what do you think about someone who was sick who should have been healed a long time ago, but now has relapsed again. Whether it all has to do with the vision he has, or maybe it is caused by something else."

she mocked. I flashed a crazy smirk on my face. “Yeah, there will be more blood in my hands,” I agreed to her words, making her brows furrowed slightly. I glared at her. “Blood of your kind!” With a final, powerful strike, I drive my fist into my dark side’s chest. The proxy let out a shriek, her form shattering into a thousand points of light. I watched as the fragments of my dark self swirled around me, then began to merge into my body, filling me with a warmth I have never felt before. The warmth spread through my veins, strengthening my heart, brightening my soul.

​The sound echoed through the cavern like a guillotine. ​A wave of pure, unadulterated psychic agony slammed into Elara’s brain, nearly dragging her back into the dark delirium of the printing press. Through the bond, she felt the literal deletion of Damon’s Alpha lineage. The gold-rimmed blue in his eyes fractured, his massive sovereign frame suddenly snapping back into his human form, battered, bleeding, and entirely human-passing, his naked chest caked in black ash and the silver wires of the harpoons.

Ryan muttered behind me, the entire image clicking into place. “Jorgsten, I just ran a quick test with your blood, mixing it with the humanoids. It reacted very violently, thrashing against your blood. If the humanoids were weaker, yours should have easily suppressed it—” “They are weaker.” His eyes darkened, his wolf bleeding to the surface. “I hate the smell of those things.” “Probably because they are diluted,” I said. “If what I am thinking is right, the humanoids are diluted versions of Celestial Dukes.”