Novel & Cerita The Power Of Darkness

“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

“That he would never lose himself to darkness.” Something began to creep into her mind. Cal’s powers had come from her, from the Blood Ritual. As Helia had once said, their essence was now muddled together. If the power to control darkness was within her, if darkness itself flowed in her veins, then it was in him as well. The power of their love might be that of light, but what would happen if that burst of energy was of darkness? She froze, the horrible reality washing over her. That was it.

I could see the trust in their eyes, and I know that I have to do this for them, for our pack, and for everyone who relies on us to stop the darkness. With a deep breath, I draw on the power of the nexus, letting it flow through me like a river of pure energy. I can feel the darkness trying to resist, trying to push back against the light that I am channeling. But I know that I can't falter now. As the power surges within me, I raise my hands toward the heart of the nexus and let out a primal roar. A blinding light erupts from my fingertips, illuminating the darkness and pushing back the malevolent forces that seek to control it.

The Queen of Darkness stood tall, her eyes glowing with a sinister light, her lips twisted into a wicked smile. "You cannot defeat me, Lara," Thana hissed, her voice dripping with venomous confidence. The ground beneath her seemed to pulse with her power, as though the very earth bowed to her will. "I am the Queen of Darkness. I have existed for centuries, and my power knows no limits. The shadows obey me, the night bends to my command, and soon, all will fall under my rule."

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

Not all witches are powerful enough to be immortal or summon a demon for them to give you this, although many can use magic to keep themselves beautiful and young forever. I only knew two immortal witches because of their own power: Morgana, my main ally, and Magera, the second most powerful of the shadow ministry. Both were powerful enough to destroy the entire world if they wanted to, but Magera had not yet hunted me because magic had no effect on me, especially the kind of magic she often uses, illusion, fear, and torture.

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

The shadows, he said, were our legacy, and the world would never understand our true power unless we had the guts to embrace the darkness flowing in our veins. “Do you want to be everyone’s hero, Darlon?” he once asked, his stare heavy with disapproval. “Do you want to be the hope of some ungrateful people who can’t see your worth? Then get ready, because the only way to get what we want is through power. Through true darkness. You can’t go soft, Darlon. Never.”

The only reason I managed to win against all the Alphas and Betas who competed at the competition was because of the prohibited spell in my system. My legs lost their strength, and I almost fall on the floor if I hadn't gathered support from the table beside me. Dark power has been long prohibited in the werewolf world because of its ability to make anyone so powerful that no one can stop them. The power of dark spell is uncontrollable. You will never be able to control the power it will give you, or it will consume you and use you as a host. Once it goes out of hand, it could mean the end of all werewolves, and of course... the one who has the dark power is the most dangerous.