Son Of Darkness Novels & Stories

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

Jold told him. "I know, I told you that if his path crosses mine I won't spare him," Dark reminded Jold. "I will kill him and I am not taking back my words Jold." "He means nothing to me Dark, I know I did some mistakes and if I could change the hands of time I would have changed what I did in the past, that's why I brought up my son in a right way and it still baffles me how he ended up to be this.... something out of control." Jold said. Dark had helped enough and if he wants to take the life of his son then he would gladly let him. With what he has seen, there was no redemption in his son, the evil in him is beyond redemption.

As the truth is knocking more, towards the epitome of darkness that he holds. “I am.” Processing what he just learns and thinking about it deep in order to make it all fall into the side of everyone’s vocabulary about sense. The little girl once more calls and informs him. “You are him as he is you. Yet, he is more powerful than anyone of you, for he is the epitome of darkness himself the blessed son of hell. The darkness that the original owns, and the one to be called Excalibur.” As that word and the very name is being said in a whispering way. A presence walks right towards him along with the turn abyss of nothing. With a smile and the mesmerizing eyes that it bears, yet beating all the w

He had her grey eyes but no hair on his head. She wanted to name him a name that she had thought to keep in case it would be a boy, but her voice died in her mouth when her soul left her body. But just like she wanted, her eyes were open, and she was looking at her boy, who was throwing his tiny little hand in the air. And that was how the son of darkness was born, and the only light of his life had left his life before he could even realize it. . #TBC . Thank you for reading :)

His little fists clenched the air, eyes burning like coal embers, with no white in them. “No,” I whispered brokenly as I stumbled towards them, struggling against the wind pushing me back. “He is the heir,” A smooth voice suddenly said, from no direction in particular. “The darkness to her light. The son of Nyx. The one who will tip the scales.” Fear coiled in my chest like a living thing. “You’re wrong,” I whispered, trying to force my way forward.but the ground beneath me was no longer solid. It shifted, black liquid creeping toward me.

He laughs as he says. "Your father killed my father, but we are the sons of the devil, we cannot be destroyed, not when you hold the power of life." I begin to feel faint as the fire grows more prominent in front of me, I turn to look at the monster as I say, "who is we?" He laughs once again as he says. "Davin, of course, my brother, the son of Jaleb and the God of the dark." I feel my tears falling down my face as I say to him.

“Normal medicine won’t work. Not with both your bloods flowing through his veins” The words struck me harder than a blade and for the first time in six years, something other than rage twisted within me. I moved without thinking and took him from Meridia. My chest ached with fear as I stared at the affected leg. “The Dark Ones” I growled. I would kill every single one of them that hurt my child. My son. He was burning up. His small body was light. His hair, face and the familiar red streak in the other’s hair. These boys were mine.

Xander looked slightly displeased when he was telling me earlier, after all, Dean had always been by his side both as his Beta and friend. Small murmurs echoed around through the confused-looking people as they stared between Dean and Damon, who was looking intensely at him. His mother nowhere in sight. “I, Dean Adara, son of Vetino Bandera and Kayla Adara, claim my rightful throne as an Alpha King of the South and East. I shall do my duty and treat my people with honor, respect, justice and lead my lands as I seem to be beneficial for my people and me.”

Somehow, I knew that the darkness was my friend in this situation, and that it was better to seek solace in it than risk being spotted. “You’re a lying cunt, just like your fucking mother.” A man’s furious voice sounded, followed by a crack that had me wincing, gripping the gun tighter. That voice—I recognized that voice. I’d only heard it once or twice, but it wasn’t a voice one forgot. Deep and booming, raspy with a sharp edge that reminded me of a slickened blade. “Don’t think I don’t know about you trying to blackmail my son into ending his agreement with the Chen whore. See?” The man laughed darkly, “I know shit, and I know you do too. Now, where the fuck is my son?!”

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #