The Dark Hero Novels & Stories

“You will receive him, I have no time to deal with a scorn like him.” “Yes.” Darren bowed. They arrived at the pack training ground, where many of the soldiers were assembled, Darkness headed to the podium, his gaze cold, his shadows swirling around him, a constant reminder that he was both their Alpha and the devil's spawn. “I entrusted the packs safety and security to you, and you dare to let a mere human escape with an Omega wolf?” His voice boomed, and he could feel the fear radiating off the soldiers, but Darkness didn't care. “You have a day to find her, and if you cant.” His sharp eyes watched the warriors as they muttered in disbelief. “I will show you exactly why I am called Darknes

"It means let's cause bloodshed and this time, the heroine wouldn't survive..." Parting my lips apart, I tell him and it was only then did I watch the side of his lips curve as well. ..... We all got both light and darkness inside of us, what matters is the part we choose... I choose darkness, to destroy the one I hate, I chose to no longer stay still anymore, bow it's time for all hell to break lose. Am coming for you Iris Bones, am coming for you... Whispering out, I tell myself with my lips curving into a wider smile

someone said, Declan raised a finger “Don’t interrupt,” he said coldly, his very aura made the man shrink back “Lies and deceit isn't always the reason for someone to turn to the darkness but it often does, The Dark Lord, Hadrian of Ehlesaar the 7th son of the mad king Sergei and a blood siren was shunned and mocked, and so he wanted to show everyone he was better than them all, all I am saying is factors do indeed play a part.” Layana nodded as she continued

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

said Dark, wearing his usual shadow, but it assumed the form of a long robe with a hood, quite alike with Death’s trademark costume. “I d-did not—” She was left screaming when flames laced around her wrist, connecting all the way to the bottom of the tube. “Don’t deny it. You killed Zeniah, coercing a boy to do your bidding, and making the forbidden artifact. Do you admit of your crime?”

- Kurayami questioned. - Well, in the beginning we believe that if you live long enough as a hero, you become a villain, in the beginning, if he didn't get involved with a god, he will die young and leave only a legacy, but due to the personality of Dark-Dragon, he would never be human forever. Gog said. - Nekron bet on you too. Gog said. - And who did you bet on? - Kurayami questioned. - I could run the risk of being betrayed later in the middle of the bet. Gog said. – So, I avoided talking about myself. Gog said.

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. # # #

“It’s not our world… it’s their world. They rejected me, and I’m not interested in coming back as a hero. I don’t want to, and I won’t.” “Yeah, because the world is such a fair place!” the wolf scoffed. “Listen, Maya… I know you carry a lot of hurt, but if you let it consume you, it becomes your darkness… the exact thing the Dark One would prey on. I know you were humiliated and offended all your life because of your pheromones. Guess what… you’re going to have them for the longest time until you die.” “What?”

"Back then, even the Watchers dared not speak his name. She is not just a killer... she is a punishment." "She is more than that," the black-robed figure whispered, his voice turning almost ecstatic. "He is the first shadow, a form of pure darkness before there was light. He saw... and he waited. And now, she is hungry." Then from the hole, a claw emerged. Long, black as metal baked in the darkness, with joints that bent improperly. The claws dug into the edge of the altar, leaving cracks as the creature began to pull itself out.

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.