Void Blade Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.

Strong. Not just Alpha scent. Intense. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, rain, danger. Took the medicine... what is this? Kyrian thought. Hand shaking. Reached for water. Too intoxicating. Deep breaths. Air felt heavy. "God, can't faint here," whispered. Vision blurry. "Can't afford that..." Stood up. Fresh air. One step. Two. Luck ran out. Vision went black. THUD. THE CHAOS

before blacking out this is all managed to get in the darkness. . . . . . . . .

But my past just kept pulling me back. “I want to see you, Blade.” “You have to get used to this darkness because this is who I am, Katniss,” I said in a rough voice. “This darkness, this is what you would have to deal with when you are with a man like me. Why? Are you afraid?” “Never. I’m more afraid of losing you, Blade.” My brave little wolf encircled her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. “I love you,” she repeated.

Her eyes were wild with fury as she hissed, "You're going to pay with your life!" Suddenly, a dagger flashed through the air and plunged into Samuel's stomach with a chilling sound. Samuel shielded my mom, taking the brutal hit for her. Just then, my mother sputtered, waterlogged and coughing violently, her eyes snapping open to meet Amelia's. Amelia, her sight apparently restored, glared at my mother with a mix of rage and hopelessness. She yanked the knife out and lunged again, aiming for my mom with deadly intent. "You're going down!"

The Void responded with a surge of force that threw Damon and me backwards, but the anchor trembled, glowing much brighter now. Breathing heavily, I struck the ground. Even though I was in excruciating pain, I made myself glance up. The anchor wasn't broken yet, but it was cracked, with shimmering cracks all over its surface. Damon helped me stand up and stated, "We're running out of time." With the blade throbbing with light in my palm, I answered, "I know." "One more blow. It must be sufficient. As I stood there, the heavenly blade was shining brighter than before, shedding light on the surrounding darkness. However, the Void's shape changed again before I could move, shrinking into a mass

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

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

I sobbed even louder, begged even louder, tried harder to kick but it was no use. The person between my legs reached up to my chest as the man behind me ripped my blouse open, causing me to finally strike a blow, raising my knee to hit the person between my legs. I could tell I got them good but they didn’t make a noise. The guy behind me got pissed and there was just enough light that I could see him whip out switchblade, stopping me dead in my tracks. He let go of my hands but I didn’t dare move and be brought the knife closer to my chest.

I added. “No. If darkness strikes you, then I want it to hit me, too. I’m not going to let you go through it alone.” I shook my head. “No… Blade. Please, don’t. You’re my only light. If the darkness struck us, we would both be lost.” “Patrea, Lucy, and Stone embraced the darkness, Althea. We can too…” Blade reasoned out “They have Lucius on the other side, Blade. He knew darkness more than anyone in his realm, and despite being the darkness himself, he knew how to use it well. We don’t have anyone on the other side of my darkness…”