The Dark Hero Novels & Stories

"You're pretty, nicely shaped, with bright skin and a pointed nose. I promised myself I won't hurt you. she's just a victim of circumstance she saw a good structured man she fell into my trap and I tamed her. So why won't I have a taste of you he muttered but I kept looking at him in awe!." "Whatever he might do you doesn't give you the damn! right to kill someone that is pure and innocent, your heart and soul are evil you're not different from the devil's incarnation I yelled as tears trickle down he smirks and scoffs. This man here is the devil as you say, I have no sympathy. Now I am going to have my way with you. He winked at me, my body was wimble. This man here can hurt me. I am not a

“Dragon, remember? I’m not a human that turns into a dragon. I’m a dragon that turns into a human. I’m always the dragon, so my senses are always heightened. When you were unconscious, I smelled you to see what had happened to you. I smelled the poison in your system, got the scent of the ones that did that to you so I can kill them and found the scent of your family member. I didn’t know it was your brother, but I could tell from the scent of the meadow that the person was related.” There was a lot to unpack in that diatribe, but what stood out to me most is what came out of my mouth. “You’re going to kill the ones that imprisoned me? Why?” He steps away from me, running his hand through hi

Adrian sees me settle in bed before turning off the lights and settling down on the couch. I lay in bed, focused on the dark ceiling, organizing the information. King Friedrich created the Dark Phoenix as the anti-hero for his kind. But why? What did he fear that led him to press the breaks so harshly? Does he have any living relatives? I have a feeling this isn’t even the tip of the Iceberg. This story is like Swiss cheese, full of holes.

Dark said and Lenox laugh at him. “How can we kill a goddess? Specially the Goddess of Destruction?” he asked and Dark smirked at him and throw a ball of fire on his side. “Target her heart, it’s her weakness!” Dark shouted as his voice echoed as he slowly left. He is really serious of chasing me. He is desperate to end the world using me. But I won’t let that happen. I will make these werewolves to be an element of defeating the God of Death. I know that Dark will underestimate them but love can turn impossible to possible.

stops. "Did you meet me as some hero became a villain? No, you didn't. It's none of your business if this is how I am or not," he faces the dead body, and gives it a light kick, "This is who I am, a heartless, insensitive bastard who doesn't give a fuck." I take a step back, my chest tightening with growing dread. I swallow hard, my throat bopping. "Your world is too dark," I choke on my words, "Too dark."

He is even taller than Dark. Just like we had talked about, Hector was holding a beer, looking so drunk in his expression, but we both knew that he was beyond sober. It is just that he has to stay in his character. "Who are you?!" Hector shouted and leaned his hand with the beer on the gate while looking at Dark. And then, he acted like he accidentally saw me behind Dark and widened his eyes. "You... where have you been, you bi- Ah!" Before Hector could even lay his hand on me, Dark swiftly moved from being a statue to catching Hector's wrist firmly to stop him from getting me. Even I, myself, parted my lips because of how fast he was at blocking me.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

I flinched. But even as I wanted to argue, Theo’s face—the tight jaw, the way his fists trembled—came back sharper than any words I could form. “I…” My throat locked. Damien’s smirk curved. “Exactly.” His hand tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “Stop torturing yourself with fantasies of knights. They’ll never survive in the dark. But I…” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “I am the dark. And I’ll make sure no one can take you from me.”

It was a reminder that the fight between good and evil is ongoing, cyclical, and never-ending. As Darren prepared to confront Hector, he reflected on the paradox of his existence. He had been born with the blood of a villain, but he had been shaped by the presence of heroes. He had inherited malice, yet he had learned restraint. He had been forged in secrecy, and now he stepped into the light, carrying decades of knowledge, caution, and purpose. Every word he would speak, every move he would make, was calculated to manipulate Hector without succumbing to the evil that was his inheritance.

Victor broke them all with surgical ease. By the fourth week, Zaphis admitted what Aaron already suspected. “He’s no longer learning. He’s remembering. His body, his soul, was built for this.” Aaron said nothing, watching Victor decimate three knights in under a minute with a single, rune-laced slash. The Empire didn’t just have a Hero. It had a monster in human skin. And only the Duke, his fated partner, had any hope of keeping him tethered.