The Dark Lord's Confession Novel Novels & Stories

Though my voice was low and soft yet the anguish and rage was transparent in it. “I… I never intend to tell you.” He confessed. “Yeah, I could tell.” I rolled my eyes. But then, he said what evoked an unstoppable shiver from within. “I am just a man who can destroy himself and this entire world for you. The man who... who can leave the darkness you claim to hate so much…if you let him.” “What…?” “I thought I will keep you in the dark for some time and then… when Dorian will return. I will give up on it all. The leadership. The Hunt. And come to you as Mr. Nightwood.”

The vamp now says, but Joffrey was quick to say back to him, “I thought you didn’t know why you were there at the bookstore.” The vamp looked at him furrowing his eyebrows, before he says back to Joffrey, “It doesn’t take a genius to realize that dark magic is in play here. The bookstore reeked of it, and there is only one explanation how he could possess such great power.” Something told me at that moment that he was telling the truth, as I too had felt the dark magic present, making me begin to believe that we could trust him. This conversation was obviously going nowhere, if we all didn’t start trusting each other, and I knew that I had to be the first to show that trust if we were going

I wanted to be all she needed, to be her strength, but what good am I when I can't even touch her? Thorne stood, holding a small, worn journal. He seemed to measure its weight like it held not just knowledge but truths that desired liberation. "This man was a follower of the Dark Ones," he declared, his voice a solemn testament. His words broke through my haze of anger and disbelief, drawing my eyes to the journal.

[Nowo’s POV] That was the first time I spent almost the whole gloomy day reading only one book. It might not be for me, but the thing is, it captured my attention. What was written inside, as well as the kind of helpful information it provides, makes me want to put my time into it. It's pretty hard to admit, but I find myself really weird these past few days. I've been so busy thinking about everyone’s betrayal towards me, and I knew at that moment that my decision to just end the darkness is at its final level. I know it is kind of unusual for me to confess it, but I don’t feel like ending someone’s life anymore, even if it’s the dark lord.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Finally, just what I needed, an angel. "You survived." "Barely." She handed me the coffee. "I figured you'd need this." I accepted it with a grateful smile. You are officially my favourite person." "I know."She glanced around before lowering her voice. "...They're getting worse." "You didn't think I noticed?" "No, I mean worse." She unlocked her phone and showed me the student forum. There were new posts. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS Adrian Laurent and Elena Carter spotted together again. Another.

“Like Damon said, the association won’t listen to anything that isn’t a confession from us. So how about I let myself get arrested… and I confess?” “Confess to what?” Lucian yelled. “You didn’t even kill them.” “Confess that I killed them under the orders of the Men of the Shadows,” I muttered calmly. “What they need is a confession, and I will provide them with one—all while dragging the Men of the Shadows into it. I can add the assumption that they ordered the murder because they want to rule over us.” “That way…” I trailed off. “The association will begin looking into the Men of the Shadows too,” Damon completed.

Nothing happened, though, and relief instantly filled me. Every other time as soon as ink had gotten onto the page, I would be transported into the book. However, this time nothing happened, which might be because I hadn’t used the quill since the ink just spilled. No longer frozen, I recalled the knock on the door and rose from my desk. I was about to take a step when suddenly my living room dissolved into inky blackness. An inky blackness that had only been in a couple of times when the three musketeers of assholes paused my story. Which means I was in my book, 1001 Dark Tales. I instantly started praying that for once those three weren’t in the books with me. In the next second, I realize

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

" He trailed off and shut his eyes. As he bent over to tie his shoes, a sharp pain surged up the middle of his back. It was a constant reminder of his last winter in his home -the gift that keeps on giving. After letting out a long and painful sigh, he recalled how badly his life turns into a sour mess. "He instructed me, the plan of Sean meeting you; because he felt that both of you were the bridge and could open the subconscious mind of Dr. Miller so could cross to the Land of Nod, and the land of the moon. He helped the Dark Lord escaped from the prison and with your help Catherine; with you being there with the prophecy coins...help him escaped." Nasir knew he was wrong and there was no