The Dark Past Novels & Stories

Before I had killed my own father. Memories flood my mind as I near the gate, each recollection a spectral whisper from the past. I remember him perfectly—my father. A man ruthless in his pursuit to end the curse that has tormented our pack for centuries. His obsession was what had driven him to seek out the witches, one after another, extracting dark magic in the desperate hope of salvation. And, when that hadn’t worked, he’d turned his bloodthirsty anger on the Wyres. My father’s reign of terror hadn’t been the first war we’ve fought with our enemies. But it had been the bloodiest. Entire towns had been wiped out on both sides, with thousands losing their lives for nothing.

he said. Then he opened the door and stepped out, disappearing as suddenly as he had arrived. The room fell silent once more, but this time, it wasn’t just fear that filled it. It was something worse, panic because the past they had tried so desperately to bury, had just walked back into their lives alive and ready to destroy them.

Looking into his cold, vengeful eyes, I knew my life was a mess for good. I was trapped between a murderous aunt and a vengeful drugs addict. And I had nowhere to run.

"You need to live, Natalie, to really feel what you feel for me without the drugs." I got it then. He did not want me to just give in; he wanted my heart, my real feelings. However, he did not understand that my heart had died a long time ago, back when the Davis family took my parents from me. Sure, that new drug kept me cool, and it took the edge off the pain. However, it was just the edge. The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever.

It's particularly human nature that you don't forget what you actually want to forget, and it stays, it stays and damages you till deep, till there is no trace of happiness and when there is only darkness left and yet you find comfort in it, cry your heart out and till the bright light shines at you again, your rebuilt it, you rehearsal the act of smiling and smile oh so brightly. But is the past or your deeds gone? Does that smile mean you have win our your darkness? NO. Dark, Black absorbs the light and once it enters somewhere, it doesn't leave until everything is dark and then, a single step of darkness can taint the bright sheet of happiness in no time. A curse you can say.

Threat materialising from the void beyond reality. The pack felt it immediately. Felt the weight. Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. This Dark was different from Dawn. Colder. Harder. More certain. More convinced that nothing was superior. More determined to prove that existence should be erased. “I am the Second Dark,” it announced. Its voice was ice. Was emptiness. Was absolute conviction. “I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.”

As much as I was happy that he remained loyal to mother and loved her with all his heart, I wanted him to move on because I had seen holding on to your past sometimes destroys your present and future. Past is a part of life that will always be there with you whether you want it or not but letting it cast its shadow on the future is a mistake. Everyone gets a second chance in life . If you hold onto your past ,judge your future and leave the chance because you feel like history is going to repeat itself then you will live regretting your decision for the rest of your life.

The tanned man chuckled and said, “Three hundred years ago, we were all one. This dark immortal is a remnant from the ancient past, a traitor to human immortals. We share a common enemy, don’t we?” Adrian remained silent. With a dark immortal in their midst, cooperation was essential. These immortals had long fallen from grace and some were even addicted to alchemy. After becoming dark immortals, they turned bloodthirsty and cruel, taking pride in their demonic nature. They had severed their limbs and, in extreme cases, replaced their organs with those of dark beasts, believing it to be the essence of gaining power. While this gave them temporary strength, their growth eventually stagnated.

She sighed internally and shook her head again, feeling the tension rise as the ‘spark’ between them grew stronger. But it was a different story in Dark’s mind. Whenever it came to Exelle’s former husband, Hans, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of irritation. Beyond the fact that they had once been married, Hans had been one of the people who had hurt Exelle, a fact that Dark had failed to stop, due to the promise he had made to her father. A promise that had almost been broken time and time again, especially as Dark witnessed Exelle’s pain, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. But for Dark, those were just excuses to cover up his own fear—fear that Exelle might reject him, just as she

E N D O F B O O K 1 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* BOOK 2: SHADOWS OF MY DARK PAST *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* “Can true love mend all the heartaches brought by the painful past?” The story follows the life of Diane after knowing the truth behind her forgotten past. How will she opt to continue living her life if the man whom she has gotten rid of—chooses to stay beside her?