The Darkest Night Book Novels & Stories

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

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

Little did Scarlett know, she was about to embark on the most perilous leg of her journey yet - a journey that would test her strength, challenge her beliefs, and ignite a battle between light and darkness that would determine the fate of the world Scarlett and Gabriel sat in the dimly lit study, the room filled with an air of anticipation. The leather-bound book, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," lay open on the desk before them. Its pages whispered ancient secrets and hidden truths, waiting to be unraveled. As Scarlett read aloud from the book, the words took on a haunting melody, resonating with a deep foreboding. "In the darkest of nights, when shadows consume the land, A force shall

Inside a small, dim apartment far from the Moon Crest Pack, Natalie stood in front of her black crystal ball, her face twisted with rage. She slammed her hand on the small wooden table and screamed, "Why didn't it work?! She was supposed to lose the baby!" The spell had been strong. The dark energy from the forbidden black book was meant to cause pain, confusion, and early labor. And yet... Emily survived. The baby survived. She saw it all through her crystal.

It was so dark, so quick, just a flicker of shadow against shadow, but I could swear I saw something move out there. My body went still. That movement had been real, I knew it in my bones. Unwrapping myself from Cassien's arms, I moved towards the window. My bare feet were silent against the cool floor. The air felt charged with something I couldn't name. I reached the window and peered out into the night, my breath fogging the glass slightly as I pressed closer. A black SUV sat just outside the building, its dark paint barely visible against the shadows. My brows furrowed. I doubted that vehicle had been there earlier.

"Time of Darkness, excellent choice." She had a calm voice say from behind her and she almost jumped in her skin. She should have been used to this by now. They moved really quickly and their steps were usually silent. The intruder was right in front of her in an instant. Delice. Something twinkled in her eyes as her they roamed the book cover. "They were dark times indeed." Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font.

He leaned forward and looked at me with concern. "Can you tell me about the nightmares, please?" He asked, and I nodded and looked away, trying to blink the tears that threatened to fall. "Darkness, William, literal darkness. When Dinah told us about the darkness that will be upon us, she was talking about a total blackout. No sunlight." I said, sounding frantic, and he looked at me, confused.

I turned to the very last page—the one my father-in-law had been writing the day he died. The page was blank, except for a single, trembling line of ink at the top. The Weaver knows the code. The Architecture is the Grave. I closed the book, the sound of the leather snapping shut like a gunshot in the quiet car. The "Day-by-Day" was gone. We were into the "Night-by-Night" now. And as the Suburban hit the open highway, the speedometer climbing toward ninety, I realized that the 300,000 words of our story were only just beginning to get darker. And as the grey Chicago rain began to lash against the windows once again—no, as the black North Woods ice began to coat our path—I realized that I was

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…