The Dark Side Of The Zodiac の小説・ストーリー

That was his first thought. All of his properties are heavily protected with CCTV cameras and there will be guards patrolling around all the time. But nothing gives protection like lights and so every nook and corner of his properties are well-lit. The low-life creatures only like the darkness and thrive in it. They cannot stand the light and light repels them. He heard some shouts from that direction and he ran towards the darkness. He saw a couple of the security guards confronting a couple of guys and his lips curved to a smirk noticing their tattoos. Seeing the lights smashed, his blue eyes filled with ruthlessness.

The moon hung high and cold above the forests beyond the borders of Damian’s territory, casting long shadows over the rogue camp. A procession of darkness moved silently beneath the trees—rogues, dozens of them, now empowered by Zara’s dark potions, their eyes glowing faintly with unnatural strength. Their snarls were muted, restrained. Their purpose was clear. Their hunger for blood even clearer. It would take them three days to reach the heart of Damian’s pack. And they would march with vengeance in their hearts and black magic in their veins.

“Tainted, what is that?” “I have no idea. Eric changed the topic when I asked him about it.” “Alex, please scan the other page. I am dying to read what is on the other page.” Eva said rubbing her hands. She looked like a child who was desperate to open her present. ### Dark Shifters are polar opposites of Golden shifters. If Golden Shifters represent light, Dark Shifters represent darkness. They are the epitome of evil. They revel in pain, suffering, destruction, and are very manipulative.

I explained. “Uh-huh. And why is your mate calling me Zio?” Logan folded his arms, eyes still narrowed at me. “Oh, because you are. It’s elementary, Zio. My Papa is the host of Darkness. He’s an ancient spirit that, along with his mate Light, my matrigna is the host for, they founded the Incubi pack. Darkness and Bloodmoon were brothers. Though your wolf might not remember that. Darkness said your reincarnation is more literal, so your wolf doesn’t remember his original life.” André quickly explained with a grin.

Even if I wanted to speak, the shard of ice in my throat wouldn’t have allowed any words to come out. “All these years, all I wanted was what was best for Nightcrest.” He jerked his head toward Zoe. “I needed her blood. The blood of the Black Wolf.” A soft gasp rippled through the room at that. I’d heard legends of the Black Wolf before—a creature of legend that was said to take over the world. The antithesis of the Moon Goddess. A werewolf with such dark magic in its veins that it could control our kind, even rogues, and fill the world with shadow and plague and war.

"Nyx? I thought it was the Hendrick St-" "A common misunderstanding-they're so close in names and origin. No, no, no. You and I are made up the Goddess of Night herself. Hekate can only do so much with her own magic to contain the evil that our father has created. A deal had to be brokered-like so many before to amend The Moons" fuck ups." The Darkness inside me...did that refer to this weird, heavy feeling that sits in my stomach like a fire waiting to ignite? "Indeed, the children of Darkness are the ones who truly suffer the consequences of Orion's wrongdoings. But it comes with its...perks." "Perks? Is that what you call them-"

This entire thing is terrible. “What do you think we should do?” Nate had asked after he finished telling me about the effects of a wolf with dark power and how they react to people around them. “She needs to stay away from Zanders,” I’d said without thinking. There was nothing to think about, I didn’t like my mate being close to him because Zanders can’t be trusted, now that I’m hearing weaker wolves, like his, are attracted to other wolves with dark power so they can manipulate it in a way that makes their wolf stronger while weakening the carrier. You can understand how peace of mind is not something I see in my future.

Such souls had no place in my dark utopia. Meanwhile, Zeve’s soul print was an interesting mix of light, darkness, and grey. She had it all in herself. Zahir’s soul print was pitch black, the darkest shade of black, with no hope, happiness, or emotions. His soul was no less than a black hole. It could eat up all the light in this world and still be starving. Yet he pretended to be on the brighter side. Well, what else could we expect from a person who was born with forbidden knowledge?

Said Dina walking back and forth around her desk, she could not overhear the conversation of the two people because the room was soundproof. *** "What do you want." Shouted Miska when the door was closed. "Calm down, you're impatient." Said the man walking towards the sofa. "I want the black box that your brother has." “Black box? What do you mean? I do not understand." Asked Miska with a confused face. "You just have to find the black box and give it to me, if you don't get it then you will pay for it." “What kind of black box do you mean, only black box? In this world there are so many black boxes, how can I know what box you want. "

he let out a humorless chuckle, "the soul mate. Do you want to know why he was so nice towards you?" "Because he is not like you." "Because a soul mate makes those filthy creatures powerful," he slammed his hands in the desk, "you are nothing but a source to get some extra power." "You know nothing about him." "And you do? Did he tell you how many people were murdered by him? Did he tell you how werewolves do not care about anything but power? They would not think twice before murdering their so-called soul mate for more power if it was an option." I bit the inside of my cheeks and soon I could smell the blood, "You have not killed anyone? You don't want power? How are you different than the