Novel & Cerita Son Of Darkness

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.

“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.

Fenric intoned, “you sever yourself from the light. Rise, Caelum of the Hollow Valley. Rise as our Shadow King.” The wolves roared. As Caelum rose, a heavy crown of twisted silver and onyx was placed upon his brow. The weight of it sent a shiver down his spine—not just metal, but power. Dark energy thrummed beneath his skin, hungry and alive. Yet in that moment, his mother’s voice echoed in his mind again. “You’re my son. Light and shadow both. Don’t let the darkness consume you.” He clenched his fists, driving the memory away.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

He didn’t say anything, and my mom nodded, and I caught my breath. She looked at him again, her voice steady. “What about your family?” she asked. I turned to him. But his eyes were already on me. And there was something strange in them. “I’m an orphan,” he said. “I don’t have any family.” His voice didn’t break. I blinked. He had a family. He had a whole empire built in blood and darkness. But the way he said it… It felt too real. And I couldn’t tell anymore who was lying for whom. I couldn’t risk it. Not when I’d seen what he was capable of.

“Fix what? I don’t…” “The darkness,” I say quietly, growing frustrated with the back and forth. “The darkness that runs in either yours or your husband's bloodline.” I guess it was time to get to the bottom of all of this, especially after Diego’s lycan took control and even killed. “It’s the reason that your pack suffered from a plague, the reason that Diego has suffered for all of these years, and the reason that your daughter is currently going through what she is. And…” I continue, remembering the slight bit of darkness I felt radiating from Geo. “The reason my son will possibly one day suffer like Diego.”

The hybrids fell one by one, their strength leaking, their bodies weakening, claws falling limp. He raised a hand, summoning the last of his energy. I met it, frost and lightning clashing with darkness. “Why?” I demanded, eyes blazing. “Why did you do this? Why betray your own son? Your family?” “No one matters,” he said, voice harsh, metallic. “Only power. Only the world bending to me.” “You’re nothing but a monster,” I hissed, summoning a storm that wrapped around him like chains of light and frost. “You have no family, no love, no loyalty. Just hunger.”