The Dark Side Of The Zodiac Novels & Stories

“Destroy everything? What does that even mean? You’re not making any sense.” Maren sighed, rubbing her temples as if the weight of the explanation was too much. “The Heart of the Moon has the ability to awaken a darkness that’s lain dormant for centuries. Legends say it can turn humans into werewolves—but not like us. They’d be something… darker. Twisted. Serigala gelap.” “Dark wolves,” Soren muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Kaelan nodded grimly. “It’s not just about turning humans. If Zane gets his hands on it, he could create an army—an unstoppable force. And he won’t stop there. He’ll use it to dominate every pack, every territory. No one will be safe.”

“Not yet.” Zoe’s frustration boiled over, and she turned toward Marella with fire in her eyes. “I can’t just sit here while people are suffering. My friends - Dominic, Nikola, Sara - they’re out there fighting, risking their lives. I can’t let them face this alone.” Marella hesitated, her stern demeanor softening as her gaze flicked to Cassius. Then, with a sigh, she stepped back slightly, folding her arms across her chest. “Zoe,” she began, her tone gentler but still resolute, “you’ve been through more than any young wolf - or anyone, for that matter - should ever endure. Dark magic like this… it doesn’t just drain the body. It burrows deep, attacking the soul itself. The fact that you’re a

I had rushed straight back here to warn my brothers of what they told me, and now I wish I wasn't the one to learn the truth. "What creepy shit did they have to say this time?" He asked. "Kiera is the light. She has the power to burn away the darkness." "We somewhat figured that out already. I just don't understand how?" "We are the darkness, brother." I looked to Drake, my eyes showed the deep fear that I tried hiding. We are the problem, the evil that the prophecy foretells of. "We have darkness within us, but we aren't evil." "Aren't we?" My hand rubbed my chin. "We seek to rule the world. Destroy any that stand in our way. Our second wolf, Zeus, only comes out when we are one and wieldin

Flames surrounded Persephone and amplified her capabilities as she held her Phoenix sword again. That fire doesn’t leave the opponent’s body unless it turns to ashes. “I can’t believe it.” Zadicus smirked, chuckling a little. “What?” PErsephone arched a brow and Zadicus cast his spell, “Calling upon the Malevolence, pledge my soul to the sovereignty of abyss- Exquisite Darkness.” He cast the exact same spell as Persephone’s but with a black and purplish aura, representing maliciousness. “Let’s do this.” Zadicus smirked, tightening his grip on his sword. They both exchanged nods and rushed to their side of the wing to cut it down definitely.

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

I hiss, my voice dangerously low. “I didn’t say I was above you, unless, of course, that’s what you think? You now directly affect my sister, and she’s marked you, a mark that won’t just go away. All I know is the Rey Carmesí that Hecate has so generously blessed us with holds power that harnesses darkness – you are darkness. What guarantee is it that you won’t go to the dark side when the time comes? How do I know that you won’t drag Kataleya down with you?” He now removes his shades, glaring back at me with those red orbs that make everything heighten around me, muting out even sound, yet the surge of everything else is enhanced.

"Why the witch's side? If the old seer's essence was powerful then why didn't you guys choose his side?" "Those questions will be answered by the enemy. The traitor." Celestina sighed as she looked away. "What do you mean by that?" "When one, choose the seer side. Gradually she or he becomes the beast. Or we rather call it a dark sorcerer. Just to set us all apart. Their skin was darker. So dark that even their teeth were dark. Obviously their soul as well." "So, you called seer as the ancient. The witch is you guys, the native, and the dark sorcerer is the bad guys?"

A lone tear suddenly trickled down his cheek. Lennox was already on his feet and was behind Jerika, watching with surprise. Instantly, Reagan's eyes caught him. "You're her new Assistant, aren't you?!" He pointed at Lennox. "Leave now. Leave while you still can! This woman - she'll bewitch you, man. She's evil! You'll fall so helplessly for her and end up loosing your life, loosing your senses and everything that belongs to you! Even her family were victims; do you think you'll be any different? Leave!"

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.