The Dark Novels & Stories

The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with. The president made a pact with the darkness, the underworld where evil reigns above all. His allegations against the Tamara Family invite lots of the villains to come for the president’s head. The Tamara family is also influential in the underworld, proven by the hitmen and mercenaries they hired to kill the president.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

WOLVES AREN'T SCARED OF THE DARK. Fear of the dark is not fear of darkness itself but fear of possible or imagined dangers concealed by darkness. There was only one person why it was illogical and spurious for a wolf to be scared of the dark; because wolves were the thing in the dark.

He was irate yet it was not his assistant shortcoming so he couldn't let his dissatisfaction out on him. "Presently, Escape from my sight at this moment," he growled again very loudly this time. His voice makes Alex's body shudder coldly. Sweat was all around his face. He is shaking gravely on account of his apprehension about his master. His lord is the genuine fallen angel. Alex swallows hard in dread. What's more, he hurriedly left his office promptly and shut the entryway delicately. He would not like to drive his lord more crazy when he is presently on his extreme. Any other way, what will befall him just he knows.

0000001%, coming closer. `[LIGHT BEFORE DARK: 0.0000001% - APPROACHING BOWL - ASKING: CAN LIGHT JOIN DARK'S FAMILY TOO? - IF DARK IS BOWL, WHAT AM I? - ???]`

No pussy talk in front of Sis. “How is it going with the Russians?” Dark asked, and now that I am very sure Warg gave him control back, at first I was a bit confused. “You have bigger problems than worrying about the Russians. Gail has been sneaky, and I hate that.” Dark snorted, lifting a tumbler of bourbon to his lips. He didn’t say anything but just stared off into the distance for a considerable amount of time before turning his attention back to the tumbler that was in his hand, taking a sip from it, and then speaking.

Everyone reacted in disbelief. “Yes. This is the forbidden land in the middle realm—the most dangerous place. Dark World houses most dark mages and exiled dark creatures from other realms. In short, we’ll be in danger once we meet those powerful creatures. Another thing was that we are at the Dead Valley right now—where creatures live underground, since everything on the surface is devoid of life. Be careful everyone!” Light warned. However, since we were connected, I can feel Light’s emotions and read her thoughts. Light was actually thrilled right now. Who would not feel thrilled about this adventure in another world?

Xander chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Rescue, you say? Oh, how predictable. But know this, Dakota, the shadows are my ally. I command them, and they will be your undoing." As Xander finished speaking, the room plunged into darkness, enveloped by an inky blackness that seemed to devour all light. Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful.

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.