The Dark Past 소설 & 이야기

"I don't need history repeating itself again." It was then that Harlow understood there was something bigger at play here. Just like her mother never spoke of her past, her Nan rarely spoke of anything like that too, anything to do with the past, 'The past is the past, and it should remain in the past' Her Nan had always told her, but the thing about the past is that it rarely stays there, it has a way of catching up to people. Harlow looked out the window, her mind filled with curiosity. What had happened in the past that seemed to scare her Nan? That kept everyone from speaking about it, from telling her.

All the moments I tried to place in the back of my mind came out as a fervent reminder of the past, ones that opened like a book to show me its pages. It was a moment when I was completely paralyzed. I didn't know how to interpret what glittered as if it were the most important thing in his collection, that he had that trophy in a place that many consider significant left me in a complete transience because for a person like him, a prize for eating meat in a forgotten town in nothingness, should not be something to be proud of above all things. It didn't fit with anything on its façade.

I said, and Max laughed. "The Dark Alpha is from the royal bloodline. There is a difference. For Devin to take over the north, he has to wipe out the Volkov family and the council of elders. We all know that is impossible. The northern army is made of steel. I once heard they trained with silver; there is no beating them. Even though we cheated when we attacked the estate, none of our warriors returned alive," Max said, and I frowned at him. "How did you cheat?" I asked, and Max bowed his head.

Looking back now, it was nothing more than part of his game with Brooke. Nonetheless, it was all in the past. "Zeke Pedersen is trash—he deserves everything coming to him. But honestly, Brooke played her cards even dirtier. "She always acted soft and innocent, but in reality, she was ambitious. She never thought Zeke was good enough for her, so she became a mistress for a rich man instead. "But the guy's wife wasn't someone to mess with—she had Brooke taken care of, and in the end, Brooke even lost her ability to have children.

Jold told him. "I know, I told you that if his path crosses mine I won't spare him," Dark reminded Jold. "I will kill him and I am not taking back my words Jold." "He means nothing to me Dark, I know I did some mistakes and if I could change the hands of time I would have changed what I did in the past, that's why I brought up my son in a right way and it still baffles me how he ended up to be this.... something out of control." Jold said. Dark had helped enough and if he wants to take the life of his son then he would gladly let him. With what he has seen, there was no redemption in his son, the evil in him is beyond redemption.

That was the most terrifying enemy to have, one who could see you yet wasn’t seen. This dark force was in constant battle with the Wielders Association for centuries now, the reason for the conflict unclear as a fog clouding a major street. One thing was certain though, the Dark Kingdom had a depraved habit of capturing geniuses and brainwashing them. They then incorporated them into their ranks and had them fight those they were previously sworn. It was a disgusting habit had earned them the ire of all. They were a rampant group that feared no one- until three years ago.

Chapter 17: Shadows of the Past As Elara and Aric delved deeper into the mysteries surrounding the resurgence of darkness, they uncovered fragments of a forgotten history, a history that spoke of ancient conflicts and buried secrets. They learned of a time when gods and mortals had walked the earth together, their destinies intertwined in a tapestry of fate and prophecy. But with the passage of time, these stories had faded into myth and legend, their true significance lost to the ages.

And far beneath them— In the dark places the academy had tried to forget— Something far older than the one they just sealed… Had finally woken up.

They became each other's shadows until Luca managed to bury the incident in the good memories he created with Dash. Dash cried silently for his love. He had no idea what his little pony went through. " Baby, I am so sorry. I didn't know. I am sorry for not being there enough. Forgive me my little pony. I was careless. " He cried feeling deeply pained and wounded. If only he wasn't greedy for money. If only he had stayed that day, his baby wouldn't have been molested. Luca hid in Dash's embrace as he shivered from the memories. This did not go unnoticed by his friend.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."