Riku Darkness Novels & Stories

His eyes were nothing but endless pits rimmed with crimson, leaking trails of inky shadow. Darkness clung to him like armor. His hands crackled with it, curling tendrils weaving through his fingers. And though his jaw still held that familiar sneer, it looked wrong, almost distorted, as if the corruption itself was pulling his features taut. I forced the words out, rough in my throat. “You look terrible, Ryker.” My claws withdrew from Jacob, who slid away, forgotten for the moment. “That darkness is eating you alive from the inside. You need help.”

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

Then a football came flying across the space and slammed directly into one man’s face. He stumbled backward with a grunt, blood immediately pouring from his nose as a dark voice echoed softly through the field. “I told you not to move.” The voice sent a chill down my spine before I even saw him. Riko stepped into view. He wore only loose black pants hanging low on his hips, his chest bare and damp with sweat. The afternoon light caught over the tattoos running across his skin, dark chess pieces inked across his shoulder and ribs, mixed with old scars that looked too vicious to come from football alone.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

I start to laugh out loud and it echoes in the room as I approach him, I take out my gun and point it at the head “listen to me very well you filthy rat, neither you nor any of the other sons of bitches put me where I am, I am the head of Darkness because I am the same darkness, I am the fucking god of death and nobody can tell me what to do, its you you they would have said no when it was put to a vote, I would have put a bullet in each one's head, I thought you had been smart enough to realize that all those rats around you were just looking out for their lives, that vote, it was a simple protocol... so if I were you I would immediately put down that glass and go away, only if you want to

Her eyes fluttered as her body went limp. Rayan gently kissed her forehead before taking her lifeless body into his arms. "What have I done?" he whispered slowly, placing the body on the bed. Time seemed to slow down around him. The cabin twisted and contorted as though reality was rejecting her death. Darkness invaded his vision, and it was only at that moment did it sink in what he had truly done. He had killed the one person who could have saved him from this madness, this encroaching darkness, this deceitful rage. Moving away from the bed as though denying what he was seeing, his hand gripped the handle of the door, though it faded into a silhouette and became obscure in his mind. He se

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE