The Power Of Darkness Novels & Stories

It’s one of the worst kinds of evil because you never know how the outcome of the situation would turn out, so you just hope with nothing in your hands besides luck and faith. What did hope gain me? Nothing but torment. What should I even do now? Not even magic can do its trick against a curse. Alexander was doomed, and so were we. My loud thoughts were heavy upon my heart. Each step I took felt too cloudy that I barely felt my body colliding until I looked up. Dominic was staring blankly down at me, a bar of dark chocolate in his offering hand. “you’re pale, you may faint. Eat.” I don’t know why I kept staring at his open palm, but my mind was on fire, running a million ideas per second. Ye

Prologue When I was a child, I enjoyed listening to my mother's stories. Portraying the never-ending struggle between darkness and light. I would always look forward to her stories, which would be very entertaining. She always told me darkness represents malevolence, while light represents positivity and virtue. Her belief was that the power of light was the sole means by which darkness could be defeated. The resounding message she would consistently convey in her stories is that light will perpetually prevail over the darkness.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

" Through death ... Through life. A cursed one shall go dark. Missing through space. Missing through time. A locked door will be Locked no more. leading to chaos, horror, and blood. And the dark shall bring nothing but doom. I came with no doom to those with the purest hearts... There's no much left before I rise, and then you'll have to pay the price of your greed with nothing more than blood. Those who chose your way will have the same path as you with no mercy left for them. Those who decline you and your crimes will have salvation, and they won't face my fury. I am The Power - I am The Low .. I am The Power - I am The Low .. I am The Power - I am The Low. " Just by then, my mate lost con

, that's what we are and that's all we know. Catch the prey and drain them out of the blood. Destroy the evidence. Despite being reckless vampires we all have our..... "superpower". We are born this way. And my superpower is " Darkness ". My mom says that my grand grandmother destroyed one city when possessed by her darkness. Hundreds of people were murdered and hundreds of others lost everything.

"The time has come. The full moon ritual shall grant me the powers of Claire. Darkness shall consume this world, and none shall stand in our way." As the ritual neared completion, a malevolent energy filled the chamber, casting an ominous shadow over their triumphant moment. Dante's eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and malevolence, his thirst for power seemingly insatiable. Little did he know that Dakota's relentless pursuit drew nearer with each passing moment. The confrontation between light and darkness, love and power, was about to unfold in a clash that would shape the destiny of the supernatural world.

"To an era of darkness and despair." Helen extends her hand, her fingers crackling with dark energy, and the air practically hums with malevolent power. "To an era of absolute control and unending power," she intones, her tone rich with anticipation. As their hands meet, a malevolent laugh spills from their lips, sealing their sinister pact in a chilling symphony of maleficent ambition. The duo's laughter reverberates through the dungeon, a chilling symphony of maleficent ambition. Little do they know, forces of light may yet rise to challenge their dominion, and the battle for the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

Damien wouldn’t admit, but he’s amazed with how strong Chris’ mind is before, but all he could see now is a susceptible mind. Demons corrupt humans by tapping into their minds. The weaker the human’s mind the deeper the demons could dive into their minds, they find their deepest desires and translate it into sinful acts. That way the humans’ souls will totally be succumbed into darkness, making their soul perfect to be fed on by damned creatures. The demon did try to do it with Chris but Damien miserably failed every single time. The most that he could do is to give him nightmares in hopes of making his mind vulnerable so that it could infiltrate the human’s mind

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

That’s why his darkness lured me in, because my darkness wanted to be freed. There was no denying anymore that I love him, I love him beyond anything you can possibly imagine. I wish I could run back, and tell him that but it would be of no use. As he said, he could never love me. And now, he hated me. How funny that my darkness is what makes him hate me, while it’s his darkness that makes me love him. Yes, how funny. To be Continued......