Troll's Blood Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

“That sounds… dangerous.” “He saved me.” “Maybe. But people who can do that kind of thing so easily… they usually aren’t just nice strangers.” I rubbed my face. “I know.” “Promise me you’ll be careful.” “I will.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Because the second I closed my eyes that night, all I could see was Dmitri—blood on his knuckles, eyes like winter, voice low and rough when he said my name. And I wasn’t scared.

Her Awakened Realm moonlight essence expanded and underwent a qualitative transformation at an astonishing speed, just like parched land drinking in a long-awaited downpour. Extreme terror finally surfaced in Blood Axe’s scarlet eyes. He could feel his hand, trapped against Eira’s chest, melting away little by little under an irresistible force. “Get off me!” Blood Axe let out a shrill roar. He knew there was no escape. A savage ferocity lay deep within every Dark Blood werewolf. If he could not run, he would take everyone down with him. He activated the black rune on his chest without hesitation. Destructive crimson light condensed sharply inside the barrier, warping the air with intense he

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

"I seek the power of Azserroke, Demon of the Darkness. Bring to me my other half, my blood, my soul, my sister in the womb. I offer you the blood to seek my desire. I offer you the power of this soul." The words seemed very straight forward and simple. I didn't know how all this mumbo jumbo worked, but if it was supposed to be straight forward, that wasn't exactly how I would have put it. The blood from my hand dripped on the bottom point of the star. Mila's body went rigid. Her mouth lifted to the sky in a terrible scream that raised goosebumps to my skin. The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green.

His head hit the metal with a dull thunk. His hands flailed, trying to grab my wrist, but I held firm. “You’re a coward,” I hissed. “You didn’t just betray him. You turned your back on blood for power you never deserved.” He snarled, trying to fight back. “You think this ends with me? You think killing me fixes this? There are more, Alex. More than you know. You’re swimming in a sea of sharks, and they’ve been waiting for you to bleed.”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The light that had filtered through moments ago was all but gone, leaving Damien to rely on his heightened senses. Then, without warning, the ground trembled beneath him. Damien stumbled, his heart leaping into his throat. The trembling grew stronger, accompanied by a low, rumbling growl. His eyes darted toward the sound, and out of the dense undergrowth, massive, hulking figures emerged—trolls. Their gray skin was rough and jagged like stone, their yellowed eyes gleaming with malicious intent. They towered over him, each one at least twice his size, and the moment their gaze locked onto him, they charged.

"He wasn't bitten! I saw it – Taylon bit him." Ronan’s large hands moved with swift, clinical precision. He ripped the remains of Taylon’s torn shirt down the middle, exposing the full extent of the creeping black poison. "It is shadow blight, Princess," Ronan rumbled, his deep voice tight with a fear he was fighting desperately to suppress. "Maddox's blood is entirely corrupted with dark magic. It is a biological weapon designed to bypass physical defences and attack the wolf spirit directly. By biting the rogue, Taylon ingested pure poison."

Brandon shouted. He’d seen this liquid once before when he’d traveled back to medieval times. It was the blood of darkness and would consume any living creature that made the fateful mistake of stepping into it. “What is it?” Dennis asked, thunderstruck by the sight before him. Not only was there a thick black menacing looking liquid surrounding the stone Tara stood on, but all around its perimeter lay the remains of small animals and something else. “‘Tis the magic of the dark lord,” Fiona said with disgust. “He must have attached it to the demon soldier. It activated when he was destroyed.”

His eyes opened once — still black, still too bright, like polished obsidian. “They’re… whispering,” he croaked. His lips cracked on the words. “They know your name, Killian. They’ve always known it.” Killian gripped his wrist. “Don’t listen.” Daryl coughed, and blood flecked his chin — not red, but dark, almost purple. It shimmered faintly in the torchlight, as though threads of shadow clung to it. The sight drew murmurs from the fighters closest. “He’s tainted.”