The Dark Reunion Novels & Stories

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

“What club?” “There’s a club over on Chestnut. It's called Dark Seasons,” waving his hand as though he had to think about the name, he continued. “Or it’s something like that. I am sure you will find it. It opened up a few nights ago, you will find it down near the old Fowler Building, I think. You could go there and check it out. Or just have fun… It’s all up to you.” “Perhaps, I will go. What type of club is it?” She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night.

Dark Thea said solemnly, “I’m running out of time. I’ve already severed my emotions and desires. However, trust me, we’re still husband and wife in my heart. You’re the most important person to me.” After speaking, Dark Thea’s body unleashed a purple-pink light and wrapped around them. Then, she embraced James once again. Immediately afterward, the light shone brighter, and the two of them finally shared a sentimental moment of reunion. Words could not express their feelings or actions. Dark Thea did not know how else to express her feelings toward him other than dedicating herself to him.

"A King of Darkness must be born. As an Exile of the Reaper Clan, you can take that position. Control it and prepare to bring back the Darkness Palace." "What!?" Ren took a few steps back. "I killed so many of them and now you want me to help revive their Clan! This is crazy! I already helped the Blood Palace return!" "We thank you for that." The duo said happily. Behind them an older couple formed. Ren knew them from the Reaper Clan. They were bakers in the main village. He rembered running every morning when he had an allowance to buy from them. "The answers you seek. If you take this option for the next reincarnation, you will not be alone most likely."

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

That was the voice of an Alpha about to make someone suffer. "Recent events have destabilized our pack. Discord. Disorder. Bad omens." Bad omens. No. He couldn't mean what I thought he meant. "The rejected mate bond between Kael Thornridge and Dian Drake has brought shame and weakness to Shadowcrest." Every eye in the room turned to me. I wanted to disappear. To sink into the floor and vanish. But I stood there frozen under their stares. "Such a public rejection is unprecedented in our pack's history," Gareth said. Each word was a hammer blow. "It suggests instability. Disorder in the moon goddess's favor. A sign that we have allowed weakness to take root."

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Greenland and Itaska both were slaves who fought for their freedom using their spiritual energy prowess, dealing with demons that wanted to keep them weaker and enslaved. "That's all for this time... we'll have our next meeting in seven days. We'll strictly focus on killing the supernatural until then." Dark's deep-toned voice echoed. "Meeting adjourned." Dark deactivated The Realm and everyone's soul returned to their respective vessels. Phuture was still resting in her sleep after the meeting, likely assuming it all happened in her dreams or being too sleepy to get up.

She leaned into him, drawing strength from his presence. "Elena! You're back!" Morgana rushed forward, pulling her into a fierce embrace. "We were so worried. We didn't know if you'd make it. We thought we'd lost you forever." Elena held her cousin, her own tears falling freely. "I'm here. I'm okay. It's over. The darkness is gone. The First Darkness is destroyed." Selena appeared beside them, her face streaked with tears, her hands clasped together. "The darkness is gone? Truly gone? We don't have to fear it anymore?"

“We go into the hills.” The ground sloped upward. The air thinned, colder, harder to breathe. My legs ached, but I pushed on. The voices in the dark grew louder, not words, just noise — laughter, growls, whispers. When we reached a ridge, Revan stopped and turned, his eyes scanning the dark. “They’ll be here any second.” Jordan drew his sword. “Then we fight.” I could barely see them through the smoke and mist, but I felt them — the Darkborn, dozens of them, their eyes glowing red.