The Darkest Night Novels & Stories

“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.

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

This entails that for her, there was not going to be any means of avoiding him. Sad as it had been with all the cruelty and terror meted out to the human race, it was nothing compared to him. He was the definition of dread, danger and darkness. He was the worst of them all, and he was referred to as Darken Rawl Luciano. ****************** LATIFAH'S POV

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.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

All she can see is darkness. ‘Darkness again… If he’s really my family, why did he give into darkness? All I want is light from the people who love me, but I want my family to give the brightest light I could ever see in my life. I didn’t know that knowing one of them would just give me the darkest light I’ve ever wanted in my life.’

Anyway, the man’s languid expression changed at once. His expression darkened as he stared at her coldly. He became slightly grumpy. “Who said that I can only stay in the darkness of the night? Let me tell you this. I, Dayton Night, will make my way into the bright daylight. I want to let everyone know that the Night Empire doesn’t just exist in the darkness of the night!” The Night Empire? What was that? Sharon did not know what organization he was referring to, but this man was evidently the head of the organization.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE * * The night was still young, Zara's gaze fluttered open from slumber, she couldn't remember what she had been dreaming about, she blinked to clear her eyes but couldn't see properly. It was dark. The heavy rain outside, the sound of wind whistling combined with the darkness sent a surge of fear through her spine. Why was it so dark? What had awoken her?

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.