The Long Dark Story Novels & Stories

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

“We owe her. I owe her. She was there when everyone else thought I was just the weird Pack Doctor with a haunted past. She didn’t run when I first started seeing visions. She didn’t abandon me when the first infection reached Moon Valley. She’s the reason I kept going after Mason. After the Alliance. After everything.” Marcus exhaled. “Alright. Then we go to the Ashwalkers.” “But not today,” Long said, her tone final. “Today, you rest.” Emma looked to Steve—and his silence was answer enough. He would follow her. He always would. Long turned away, her eyes drifting to the open skies. “You know… there’s a prophecy I never believed in. About a healer with fire in her blood and a crown in her sh

He sat with his purple silk kingly robe as if the throne belonged to him long before he was born, one arm resting on the side, composed, with his dark eyes silently fixed on me as I approached him. I walked across the floor and stopped a respectful distance away. “You summoned me,” I said, keeping my head slightly bowed. He nodded once, still silent. "How was your first night?" He finally asked. "Good. Too good to be true and I can't wait to return the favor." My body suddenly grew hot as I imagined returning the favor with his hands sliding up my bare skin. Where the hell had that thought come from? He smirked a bit and leaned to the side, pulled something from a table next to him... a thic

Celia's Point Of View "What?" I gasped, the word catching in my dry throat like a shard of glass. "The Dark Sigen?" My knees buckled beneath me. I slid down the wall several inches before my trembling fingers caught the edge of the wood trim, splinters digging into my palms. The Dark Sigen. Every pup in the northern territories grew up hearing those stories around the fire… tales of dark forces, of old and corrupted things that crawled from the ancient borders when the moon went black. The evil ones.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER FOUR JOHN PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... After a while of tossing and thinking of what to say to me, she said: “My mother is sick and her condition isn’t good at all,” Her gloomy utterance triggered some tears, “I hate to think that she’d die and leave me alone in this crazy world,” she was moved to tears. " She normally go out to beg, a-and that how we feed. I havent seen her close to four days now, and am so worried" she narrated while tiny drops of tears, made it way out of her tear ducts.

“I didn’t want to believe it. Is it true? You’ve defeated Dark.” Z put her hand on her temple. “Yes, but we cannot relax just yet.” He looked at Kleint meaningfully. “Are you ready?” Kleint nodded. But Ms. Selene was not satisfied. Clearly, she wanted a detailed narrative of how the Legendary Dark Sylvania had been defeated. As far as history’s concern, no one could come closer to the level he had attained. She blocked the gate with her arms, owing for the Shadowests to groan and for Z to glare at her.

Sa likod nito ay ay may apat na mga lalaking tahimik lang na nakamasid sa'min. Matagal pa bago ako ay nakapag salita pero pero may ngisi nang pumaskil sa mga labi ko na kanina ay nakaawang. "Ephraim.." wika ko. His gaze held mine. His eyes were very dark, uniquely so, I had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue, but Ephraim were the color of the sky just on the edge of the night. Sa wakas ay lumabas ka rin sa lungga mo.

Special Chapter 30: Stories of Old from The Dark Forest of Aubrianne Every night after supper, Damien Wolfsbane would tell Dorin about tales long gone. These are the stories he told him. First Evening As the night got deeper and the food around the fire was consumed, Damien Wolfsbane would ease himself on one of the thick furs scattered in the burrow’s floor and stretch out his long legs. When he is comfortable with the two kits side by side, one curled next to the other, he would give a deep sigh and tell a story...

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

He touched her through the fabric and sent her spinning her off into an exotic world she didn’t come away from for a long, long time. Afterward, Electa stared up into the all-consuming darkness enfolding them and hoped, prayed, that in giving him the benefit of the doubt about Maribel, she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.