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"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

At the sound of Elina’s voice, Damonq found his eyes watering, burning fiercely as a kaleidoscope of colors burst in front of him, exploding into a whirling wheel of vivid brightness that nearly blinded him. Instantly he was sick and disoriented, his balance off. For a moment he thought it was a new weapon the dark one had thought out, and he stopped in mid stride, unable to function. "It's too late to bargain now. Had you come to me any of the thousands of times I commanded you, I would have spared them. Not now. Now you need a lesson." The Dark one said to Elina.

"She is a Dark One. When Theoden and Andres conquered Westerfell, I heard they killed them all, but one. The rumours are that Andres didn’t trust Theoden after that fight because of the darkness within him. Because he had bound himself to a Dark One and so he refused to allow him to lead, feeling something odd about him… but it’s just rumours. Anyone who may know the truth was killed or were dead… Beta, Mother… anyone who questioned him is killed." "A Dark One…" Theon mused. "The Dark Ones were born from the darkness within the people, entities who fed off anything good. They were not beings but entities of discord and evil… The rumours… there’s worse Theon." Thea seemed to hesitate; her hea

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------------- ------------------------ In the Shoggoth's layer . . . ------------- ------------------------ Jane was curled up in a ball somewhere in the darkness. She had run out of tears, breath and prayers many minutes earlier. She no longer believed that Red was going to tear through the surrounding blackness on a magnificent steed adorned with shining armor and rescue Jane. There was no light . . . only the Dark One. The Dark One was almost intoxicated. The girl was on the edge and beginning to fall slowly into the abyss. It had been whispering into her mind . . . telling her stories of agony and ecstasy intertwined.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

III Albert moved back as the ground broke. No one of the blessed could help him now, nobody. The Dark One stood tall as mountain, maybe even taller. He was terrible and grandiose, a black figure made from hooves, talons, fur and horns. Albert prepared. The Dark One moved his hands above his head, the sky darkened. His eyes looked around him. His eyes lowered, he laughed. Albert took out his sword and slashed across the legs of Dark One. He screamed. The wound healed immediately. He didn't laugh anymore. His face had a grin. "That sword," his voice echoed on the open field.

She argued that with vampirism, witchcraft, and senses of werewolves combined, we will be indestructible. “Niklaus was made with witch powers! Powerful with powers at that! And you think a bite from him would produce the same results?” Lucianna screamed once again, seeking for the attention to be diverted to her. I hid my claws when I saw my aunt averted her gaze to my cousin, Lucianna. I immediately sat beside Natyaramona and assisted her into standing up. Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it.

He mumbled. This time Harlow looked up, but she didn't expect any of what happened. All over again, his dark eyes were glued to her own dull ones while something powerful embraced her skin. A sudden burst of energy ran through her veins, but that didn't help her feet that were glued to the ground. Fire-that's what she felt, a burning fire deep inside of her, like a monster devouring on anything it could find. Nothing like this has ever happened to her before.

Someone who wanted to hurt Kieran by taking away his newest acquisition. It didn't matter. Dead was dead regardless of who struck the match. My vision was going spotty. Dark patches eating away at the edges of my sight. I slumped against the tiled wall, the wet towel falling away from my face because I didn't have the strength to hold it anymore. This was it. This was how I ended. Then I heard a sound that didn't belong. Not the fire, not the distant wail of sirens. Something else. A howl.