Son Of Darkness Novels & Stories

The Darkness did not reward; it prepared. He looked at the middle child, the vessel of power, the one through whom Sipho had become something more than human, something eternal. There was a flicker of the boy he had known—a fragment of recognition, fear, perhaps even remorse. But it was fleeting. The Darkness had claimed him fully. "You have done well," the middle child said, voice dripping with malice. "But you will fail… as they all do."

"Nyx? I thought it was the Hendrick St-" "A common misunderstanding-they're so close in names and origin. No, no, no. You and I are made up the Goddess of Night herself. Hekate can only do so much with her own magic to contain the evil that our father has created. A deal had to be brokered-like so many before to amend The Moons" fuck ups." The Darkness inside me...did that refer to this weird, heavy feeling that sits in my stomach like a fire waiting to ignite? "Indeed, the children of Darkness are the ones who truly suffer the consequences of Orion's wrongdoings. But it comes with its...perks." "Perks? Is that what you call them-"

From the darkness at the back of the chamber, something moved. It rose slowly, taking shape from shadow and nightmare, a form so ancient that even the first's memory did not contain it. Eyes of pure darkness opened in a face that had no features, and a voice like grinding stone echoed through the cave. You called, daughter of traitors. I have answered. Lyra stared, her obsidian blade forgotten in her trembling hand. I did not call you. I do not know you. You know my children. The ones who betrayed the first and sealed her in stone. I am their father. I am the darkness they served. And I have waited three thousand years for blood to free me.

Alpha Dark uttered and which makes me to look at him. “Really, Dark? You're really evil, and I'm certain that Drake will kill you sooner.” I uttered, and he was about to attack me when Aurora's father stopped him from doing so. “I will never allow that to happen because before Drake can kill me, I will exceed him. Did you get that, huh? I will make sure to end his life for killing Aurora, the mother of my son!” Dark mumbled and which shocked me. He was the father of Ace, and no wonder why he's here. Aurora's father, Dark, and Agatha come together to defeat Drake and even if they reunite, still they cannot defeat my husband.

I closed my eyes tightly and say with a strained throat, "From me, they needed to be protected from me. Because I was insane. I would go on raging killing sprees. I was consumed with torment and darkness." For the first time, my father finally looked at me dead in the eye, "That's right. You have darkness within you, my son. I understand that you suffer every day with torment. You cannot control yourself sometimes and I understand." He takes a step closer to me. I saw Soul push against the wall and watched us closely.

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

In addition, I could only crawl, but very slowly and aimlessly. I was beyond tears now. I drove my gaze between my mother, Anika, and Princess Anita, and my heart felt like it wasn’t beating anymore. My mother’s disconcertion was the worst, but Anika and Anita were about to become similarly frantic… while Landon was apparently about to join their group. The Dark One was before him now and they both shared eye contact with Landon scowling at the Dark One while the Dark One just stared in satisfaction. “My Son.” The Dark One commented plainly with no genuine emotion attached. “You could have stood by my side and shared from this Supremacy I’m reaping but instead, you chose to be a stupid morta

The father of my son who didn't know he had a child. Darius Nightshade. Alpha of Crescent Moon. And my greatest fear.

“Dark, the most unappreciated child of Henmulga, the phantom of the family tree, not even known in a century until he masked himself, not even by Henmulga herself was he identified. No one was any wiser that Dark Sylvania was a direct descendant of the first-ever Shadow Wielder. Why, even up at this point, Dark is unable to remove himself of his mask, to unveil the face of the wielder abandoned by the very wielder revered for a century.” “Shut up!” Dark swallowed hard as the picture started moving, the scream now ringing in his ears. The woman opened her mouth, slowly, the corner beginning to be ripped, showing off the yellowish corner of her teeth. She coughed, sputtering out blood as she l

Below, the River of Shadows churned with a violent, ink-black froth, its waters having swallowed the crimson fire of the man who had become my entire world. "Eryx..." the name was a broken whisper, a prayer lost in the drafty dark of the Under-Realm. Beside me, my son let out a soft, rhythmic hum. He wasn't crying. His emerald and crimson eyes were fixed on the dark water below, his tiny brow furrowed as if he were trying to track a scent beneath the surface. The dual-light of his skin flickered—a low, amber glow that provided the only illumination in this hollow world.