The Hero Who Seeks Revenge Shall Exterminate With Darkness Novelas e Histórias

"Well I'm counting on your words dude" •Unknown• He sat alone in his dark room, yes he loved the dark, because he was darkness itself.. The time has come for him to strike.. He only need to assemble the right people and then he would take revenge for every pain that was inflicted on him.. First, he would start by wiping away the family that had the right to take his only remembrance of her, away from him. Tick Tock.. The minutes passes by and the night draws nigh.... • • •

And he became so enraged that he was not sure himself that if he'll gonna kill her. He instantly took hold of her throat and pushed her to the wall with all the force that her head collided with the wall and started to ache. While the strong hold on her throat was making it difficult for her to breath. Her eyes almost popped out and her face turned blue due to the lack of oxygen. While he gritted his teeth in rage and was definitely planning to kill her. But then he thought that it will be the least punishment to kill her at once. She should suffer for all of her life and beg him herself for death. Only then she can realize what sin she has committed. She thought she was dying, the only thin

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

I clarified. A savage anger surged from the depths, a brooding darkness that eclipsed reason. In the grip of this malevolent force, every thought was tinged with bitterness, and a sinister satisfaction whispered of revenge. It was as if shadows themselves had taken residence within, fueling a fierce storm of dark anger that sought release in ways both unpredictable and unsettling.

The air crackled with power as the forces of light and darkness clashed in a fierce battle for supremacy. But just as it seemed victory was within our grasp, the darkness made a last-ditch effort to regain control. It surged forward, threatening to overwhelm us once more. In a courageous move, Alder stepped forward, channeling the strength of his pack and his love for Cassandra. He stood defiantly against the darkness, refusing to back down. As the tension reached its peak, a blinding light enveloped the battlefield. The darkness screamed in agony, its malevolent energy finally vanquished by the united power of the packs.

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

I would track down this unseen adversary, confront them, and retrieve what was rightfully mine. With the light guiding my path, I charged forward, a determined warrior navigating the treacherous terrain of the unknown. I knew not what lay ahead, but I was armed with a mother's love—a force that knew no bounds. For I was Nemesis, a mother forged in the crucible of darkness, and I would reclaim my children from the depths of this abyss, no matter the cost.

Threat materialising from the void beyond reality. The pack felt it immediately. Felt the weight. Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. This Dark was different from Dawn. Colder. Harder. More certain. More convinced that nothing was superior. More determined to prove that existence should be erased. “I am the Second Dark,” it announced. Its voice was ice. Was emptiness. Was absolute conviction. “I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.”

His entire form convulsed, cracks of golden light bursting through his darkness. He screamed in a raw, terrifying sound that rippled across realms. “You cannot destroy me!” he shrieked. “Darkness is eternal! I have built an empire for myself and, a realm. This is my world, not yours!" The Moon Goddess stepped forward, each stride shaking the ground. “Darkness may be eternal, but you are not.” And with a whisper: “Be undone.” The moonlight flared, exploding outward. It tore through the darkness, shredded the shadows,

anything. But the darkness yields nothing. It remains stubbornly silent, stubbornly empty. Despair threatens to engulf me again, a cold, suffocating wave that threatens to drown my spirit. But I refuse to succumb. I refuse to let the darkness win. I am Christopher, and I am a survivor. I will not be broken. I will not be defeated. I will find a way out of this hellhole. And when I do, I will make them pay. The darkness may be my prison, but it will not be my grave. I will emerge from this darkness stronger, more determined, more ruthless than ever before.