The Dark Hero Novels & Stories

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He stretched out his hand also,black fireball appeared and blasted Lord Deragon with it,he quickly repelled it in another direction. Lord Deragon shifts back unconsciously,his expression changed not to fear but he is deeply in thought. "I think I know you…" "You are the last survivor of energy warriors, you are the little fraction of the embodiment of darkness."Lord Deragon said shockingly while the masked man smirked. "You are the dark warrior,the one who draws his power and energy from darkness!!" ***Zhra empire***

A man who would kill or die to protect you. Can she not see how huge that is? The sort of soul who sacrifices himself for those he loves. A man who has killed for me and stood in the way of any harm coming at me from the moment I met him. Alexi is my hero, maybe not the fairy-tale version on a white horse and gallant armour. He is more of the dark variety and scarier than the devil, but he would never let anyone hurt a hair on my head and now I realise I’ve always known it. It’s why I fell in love with him, even when I had no reason to.

He buried his face in her neck, his hands clutching her back with a strength that bruised. "I saw her," Dark whispered, his voice a broken sob. "My mother. She was in the dark. She told me to... to find the stars. But I couldn't find them, Iza. I couldn't find them." "I'm the stars, Dark," she said, her voice a soothing, rhythmic hum. "I'm right here. I'm the floor of heaven. You're not in the dark anymore." Slowly, the tension began to drain out of him. The heart monitor began to slow. Beep... beep... beep. He stayed there, held by the woman he had bought, the woman who had now saved his empire and his soul.

“We’re here to stop you. Your plans end now.” The dark figure laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Marinetta’s spine. “You think you can defeat me? I am but a mere extension of the Dark Sovereign’s will. The true power lies beyond your comprehension.” Harley stepped forward, his expression resolute. “We’re not backing down. We’ll do whatever it takes to protect our world.” The dark figure’s eyes flashed with anger. “Then prepare to face the consequences of your defiance!” With a wave of their hand, the dark figure summoned a torrent of dark magic, the energy swirling around them in a deadly vortex. Marinetta and Harley braced themselves as they faced the onslaught, their own energies clas

"Dang it." I look at Shaylee, and she looks at me, shaking her head. "Alright, 'Her Dark Knight' it is. Now we need to figure out what the play will be about," Shaylee says. And once again, Andrew surprises us. "It should be about a wolf who tries to resist his feelings for a human he's imprinted on, but the more time he spends with her, the stronger the pull becomes."

The shadows, he said, were our legacy, and the world would never understand our true power unless we had the guts to embrace the darkness flowing in our veins. “Do you want to be everyone’s hero, Darlon?” he once asked, his stare heavy with disapproval. “Do you want to be the hope of some ungrateful people who can’t see your worth? Then get ready, because the only way to get what we want is through power. Through true darkness. You can’t go soft, Darlon. Never.”

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

Now I stood before him. “How long were you hiding?” I asked quietly. “Enough to learn Dante’s nightmare,” he replied. “He’s harnessed death-magic. The Dark Era rituals. Turning wolves into—” “Into nothing,” I finished. He nodded. “I don’t want glory. I want to stop him. With you.” I studied him—bloodied, horrored, haunted. Polished steel wrapped in skin. “Then fight,” I said, voice breaking. “With me. And stand by this... army of shadows.”

Fear and something electric twisted together in his gut as the darkness consumed everything sight, saf ety, resistance. He was completely, utterly at Cove Voss’s mercy. And the nightmare had only just begun.