Ruler Of Darkness Novels & Stories

I spoke up, earning multiple curses from my friends and family. "They're known as Darklings, vampires who do not possess a concrete bloodline from the Original Royal Family. Most of them are turned humans who have been corrupted by blood lust and a lack of the seal that imprints itself on every Vampire turned by one who is of true lineage blood. It seems the Dark Mages have altered them even more, corrupted their minds and enhanced their abilities to make them more dangerous than they usually are....Those foolish children. They shall pay for their error and for trying to alter goddess Hekate's laws."

"Guardian come to me, I will not hurt you but help you and the other who was chosen by the zodiac sisters to have their power. What I'm going to tell you will help take back Everwood from the darkness. I don't have time left and I will be soon dead by the time, that I telling you the truth about us" I know where this forest from my dream was and just in case, it was a trap, the sword that will come out only when I need to. The cloak that was all black, was over my body. The hood was the only thing that was covering me from the rain and when I got to the location I was told to go. I was standing around and I sport the same pair of eyes from the dream within the trees, "hello guardian, follow

Rendering him momentarily blind. Darkous blinked rapidly, absorbing the strange liquid into his mechanical white eyes as he repeated his animalistic snarl, forcing himself not to attack the king of hell. His control over the soulless creature within his began to fail, launching the psychopathic lord into action and he violently shoved the creature back, creating an unseen blockade within his conscious mind.

The most that he could do is to give him nightmares in hopes of making his mind vulnerable so that it could infiltrate the human’s mind But with Chris’ current state, even humans can easily twist and completely break his mind. “You can’t kill me. W-we agreed to a contract." Chris spoke while uncontrollably sobbing. He could hardly breathe, he feels so helpless. He hates himself. “Fool, I’m a demon Chris. I don’t give a shit about rules. I could snap your neck right now if I wanted to.” Chris bit his lower lip and refrain himself from answering. His frustration only doubled with Damien’s words, everything is so messed up.

From the corner of my eye, I see Everett holding Kaylani as she goes completely limp, the paralytic fully in her system. “And I will make an army of dragons, the rulers of the shifters. I will be king, and I will rule over all creatures, humans, shifters and supernaturals. I will destroy those that go against me,” he says, his eyes glowing in their cruelty. “And you and your brother will be the first that I take down.” I feel Avani just outside the door. The air in the room continuing to swirl around us, as my agitation and anger continue to grow.

Athelstan Silence fell in the hall. Athelstan looked at his father as he stared into the emptiness in front of him. "The ancient stories say nothing about the Deorghs, they are beings created, perhaps, after Werod's defeat. The little information we have is terrible and portends dark omens for the kingdom of men," began the master beside the king in a somber tone. "Four beings created with a part of Werod himself, capable of bringing him back to life if they ever combine their powers into one, creating a container, a body capable of being used by pure darkness, which will allow him to walk on the earth again. And if that happens, if the four demons succeed in creating their own Bringan, endl

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.

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.

The aura he possessed at that point was that of a powerful ruler, a king. What his eyes searched for was absolutely nothing but what his thoughts held were inconceivable. He knew that this was the last time he was going to be a free man. He knew that the moment he leaves the mansion, his entire being would be dedicated to nothing else but the country. He is Nolan Armstrong, the Imperial ruler of the east, and a ruler he shall remain. It is his life, his heritage. His thoughts were interrupted by Scorpion, but his eyes remained fixed outside.

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.