Path Of Darkness Novels & Stories

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

Contrary to the regular mass, the exorcism was aimed directly at the demons, so its effect was much more powerful. After following Nadir and Miguel all the way to their house, Nathaniel necessarily had to go back to the Underworld to strengthen himself through the proximity of the Infernal Fire. If Nathaniel wanted to be effective in action, he had to regain the strength lost while being previously in the church, in addition among people who were enjoying the happiness of the bride and groom. In addition, he had to strain his powers all the time, trying to keep his invisibility at all costs. Nathaniel felt that if spent another half hour on the surface, he would have to give up being invisib

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

Dark looked at her, his eyes filled with a new, terrifying darkness. "My father," Dark said, his voice a hollow echo. "His car... it didn't leave the museum. He’s in the parking garage. And Iza... he’s not alone. He’s with your father." Iza felt the world tilt. Marcus. Silas hadn't run away. He had taken the only thing left she had to lose. The war hadn't ended at the gala. It had just moved to the one place Dark couldn't reach with a forensic audit.

Let them suck the very sadness from the marrow of my bones and bleed me of this bitter, bitter humour. I have one advantage that Ulthar had not—the forest. As one of the few ‘Quiet Places’ left in this world, it will be easier for me to open a portal for the Bréostwylmas to come through. My only concern is for the Gate. I will be exposing this world to its indefatigable pull. What effect might that have? What would happen to all the living souls nearby if it should swing wide? What is the key that would lock it? What? What? What?

She told her that it was Sel who preserved the light of the world in the moon, to protect the world from the Darkness when the sun sank over the horizon. When Lyda asked about the Darkness, Iris then told her that the Light had a twin brother; an evil twin who wasn't born, but rather forced his way from the womb of the Sky Spirit to pursue his brother, killing her in the process. This twin became known as the Darkness. Lyda asked if he had a name, but Iris only shuddered and claimed that the name was lost with the last remnants of their ancestral tribe. Nevertheless, she explained that the Dark Twin's only goal was to snuff out the Light and cover all the world in its Darkness. This led to a

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

wouldn't destroy the world. I wasn’t here to protect Mina, but the legacy inside her. I followed the Path of Memory—an alternate route only accessible to those who had witnessed fragments of the past and had the strength to bear them. I wasn't Umbrawolf blood, but I was a shadow forged by them. I had seen Lyaria die before my eyes. And I had silently vowed that her final bloodline would not be wasted. In the crevice of a lonely mountain pass, it appeared. Purple light, pulsing from the cracked earth like a heartbeat refusing to die.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

James had a bold idea. He would refine the Dark Wellspring inside his body to provide his Dark Path Seal with a steady stream of energy. Meanwhile, the mysterious characters inside the Dark Wellspring represented the supreme script of the Dark World. If he could comprehend them, he would be able to cultivate the Dark Path much more smoothly.