The Darkening Novels & Stories

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

“We are the dark tide that drowns the light. We are the storm that cannot be tamed. We are the reckoning!” The soldiers roared, their fists pounding against their chests, their weapons raised high. Damian raised his arms, silencing them once more. “We fight not for fear of them, but for the truth we know. That no Null Wolf, no alliance, no hollow dreams of unity can stand against us. We are the darkness. And darkness… always prevails.” The crowd erupted, their chants rising like a tidal wave, a symphony of fury and allegiance. Satisfied, Damian stepped back, his smirk returning as he descended the platform.

I think I’m losing the battle because the darkness is getting bigger and bigger. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

I rasped, though I wasn’t sure if he could hear me over my own choking gasps. “You’re killing yourself,” Draken countered smoothly. “Darkness doesn’t kill. It tempts, it poisons, it waits for you to surrender. That’s the difference. Do you hear me, Kael? It waits. Endure long enough, and it loses.” His words echoed, but I barely held onto them. I was slipping.

he nods and when I'm about to leave his voice stops me “sir ...” I turn to see her and I answer “My name is Dark…” she averts her gaze from mine and answers “I'm sorry... Mr. Dark...” I laugh softly and I answer “No... just Dark cute...” she blushes and continues “Do you think I should get away from here? This is the best job I have and my family depends a lot on it…” I look at Claus who devours her with his eyes and smiles sideways, he is enjoying this.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I needed to stop her, but I didn't know how. She sighed. "I'm almost sad I've taken this path instead of just destroying you years ago." She stood up straight. "If you don't collect all of the pieces, it'll be of no matter to me. The darkness will consume you as well as those you love, along with the rest of the world, and I will win anyway." An oily grin spread across her face. "I don't know if you've noticed yet, but the darkness is more than just a lack of light. I've infused it with sadness, with depression, pain, torment, and gloom. Those who come in contact with it have their personal pains and sorrows intensified until they become unbearable. By the time all realms are covered, there

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.

In spite of that, it just listens to what we were talking about. “There is no problem at all, it’s just that your Brother Harris here is the only one who really can’t ease himself. I just mentioned out the blue to him the night of darkness, and the result is this, he couldn’t be bothered to question me again and again. When in fact, the only thing the night of darkness is all about is a night that engulfs the Del Mundo of darkness. There is no moon showing, so every time the full moon shows, that is the perfect night we have to open the tunnel for those who prefer to hide themselves so that the black vampires can’t find them anymore.” Finally, my other questions about the night of darkness w

Heirt gulped when he felt a cold hand on the back of his neck. “Say goodbye!” His blood then squirted all over his dimension. The moment Mr. Heirt fell to the ground, his barrier exploded, its fragment raining down on the Shadowests who were rooted on their feet, their eyes wide as the green grasses were tainted with crimson. “Who’s next?” All of them moved back as Dark glared at them with his eyes even darker than the night, sharper than a knife, his whole body surrounded by darkness. “There’s no turning back now!”