The Darkest Night Novels & Stories

Nadia's darkness was evil; choosing the White Bull, the incarnation of everything vile and brutal in this world, it left a stain on her soul that would never come clean. The Game Master's darkness was the kind that filled the sky when the moon lifted, holding millions of stars within its endless depths. His darkness was the nights where I'd lay awake, staring up at the sky as I wallowed over the monotony of my life. The moment night exploded from within him, the crowd of people who had come to watch, dropped to one knee. One by one they fell, a hand against their heart. Eyes of emerald, chestnut and cerulean stared up at their King, at darkness and night given form.

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

CHAPTER 8 Running From The Unknown 14 Days Later. Things get really tense after the voices Khloe heard and the confusing information Maria's mother shared over the last few weeks. Almost three weeks and still no sight of Ozais. At least not yet. And same has been with the Horsemen which Azazel raised. Everything might look calm, but trust Fate, if something goes too smooth, their is a really rough edge coming. Night, Eregdrix. The darkness overwhelmed the city of gold as it turned out to be the depths of night. At most corners of the realm, there were bright lights fashioning there rays and at a few, and the rest, darkness fell upon. The Palace wasn't excluded.

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

Damien’s expression darkened with both lust and concern. “Then tomorrow night, they’re taking you to the Black Vault,” he said. “The deepest level. Where the real Masters play.” I smiled softly against his chest. “I can’t wait.” It was now evident that the blackmail no longer controlled me, the pleasure did, and I was willingly walking straight into the darkest parts of the Midnight Club, craving every moment of my own destruction.

“Then we better not fail.” That night was the darkest the sky had worn in years, perhaps it was in preparation for the new moon, though Lillia saw this in a different light. But, somewhere within Wolfsbane’s reach, not so distant from the palace, the darkness welcomed what it had long been waiting for.

He bit into her neck deeply; I saw his hands scratching at her chest while biting further. I screamed as blood filled his mouth and ran down her neck. She screamed and tried fighting him off to no ability. She hit him and he grabbed her arm throwing it aggressively. The sound of shattering bones filling the room with her screams that started to die as well. I felt like I couldn’t look away, the dark one bit harder and ripped her throat out. I screamed louder in terror. Everything that was rushing back into my mind was the grizzly scene from my parents death.

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

One week passed. Dawn and Dusk existed peacefully among the pack. Learned more. Grew more. Became more. But the peace did not last. The remaining five Darks arrived together. Not one at a time. Not individually. All five at once. United. Coordinated. Determined to undo what Dawn and Dusk chose. Determined to prove nothing was superior. Determined to erase everything before more Darks were corrupted. They came at dawn. Light meeting darkness. Day facing night. Existence confronting nothing.

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.