The Dark Lord's Confession Novel Novels & Stories

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

Caspian stared at him for a long moment. Then he turned to his men. “Throw him back in the dungeon.” Brandon’s eyes widened. “No—wait, you said—” “I didn’t say anything,” Caspian cut in, his voice ice-cold. “You think confession buys you peace? You touched my sister. You tried to kill her.” The men grabbed Brandon’s arms, dragging him toward the back room—the one with no light, no windows, just chains and time. His screams echoed as the door slammed shut. Caspian wiped his hands on a rag, calm as ever.

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

He slumped on the cobblestone, unconscious. “What are you doing?” the Dark Lord cried out. “Now I gotta kill you and replay this exact moment to fix it!” The creature stretched its hand, but Alexander stretched his arms faster. A bright light appeared from his palm. It shot directly at the Dark Lord, hitting the creature straight in the chest. The Dark Lord went still, as a hole suddenly appeared in the center of its cloaked figure. “D–did you just…?” Suddenly, the Dark Lord wailed in pain. At the rim of the hole, the creature started burning. It spread like wildfire to the entire body until there was nothing left of the Dark Lord other than ashes.

All of them repeated at once — voices cracking, breath shaking, confidence collapsing in seconds: “You’re the Dark Lord, William Austin?”

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

If those documents were leaked to the rival lords, proving that the supreme ruler of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion was losing control of his beast, the rival bloodlines would unite to tear our sanctuary apart. So of course he would ride out. He had no choice. But I also knew that "negotiation" at Darkmere Crossing was a complete lie; a lethal array of black blood-root blades was waiting in the shadows. If he rode to the crossing tonight, just like last time, his blood would stain the river black. I could not let him walk into that butcher’s trap. "My head... my wolf marks are burning!" I suddenly cried out, collapsing against his broad chest, my voice trembling with artificial agony.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

He was the Dark Wolf, the ancient Lycan born to destroy the universe. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized the true nature of the Dark Lord. He was a monster, a creature of destruction and chaos. And I was drawn to him, bound to him by some unseen force. Callista's grip on my hand tightened, as if she sensed the turmoil brewing inside me. "Avery, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, trying to process the revelation. "The Dark Lord," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's the Dark Wolf. And I'm drawn to him, Callista. I don't know why, but I am."