World Of Darkness Novels Novels & Stories

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

Through the darkness, I could hear voices—distant wails followed by mocking laughter somewhere off in the distance. I rush back into the room, my breath coming out harshly. Wrath smirked from his position on the bed and I turned my horrified eyes on him. "This isn't Los Angeles. Where the hell am I?" "You just said it." My eyebrows furrow "W-What?" "Welcome to Hell, Dovey." He grinned happily while my mind threatened to combust. No, no. It can't be... It doesn't make any sense. My heart stopped as something occurred to me.

I felt light headed and the earth began to spin. Darkness clouded my vision and the last thing I saw was the moon up in the sky as red as blood. ***

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

Alexis asked. "In our world, you can't see the sun, just the moon. It is very dark because of black magic, princess." Yuka answered. "Our world is for all of the creatures of the night like demons, vampires, werewolves, and more." "There is another world like ours and they call it as Dark World. In that world, there is only one castle and it is called as Dark Hotel." "Dark Hotel?" – Alexis. "Yes. Dark Hotel – it is for all of the different creatures. All of them are welcome there without any discrimination." Yuka explained.

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

His smirk goes wider and something in my stomach flips. What the hell was that all about? I need to get a damn grip. The Dark Alpha turns around to walk over to what looks like his own bar and pours himself a drink. I have no idea what kind of drink that is, but based on how I can still smell it all the way from where I am seated, it must be very strong. I take the time to look around my surroundings now that he’s not staring at me. This new place is big, obviously, but not as big as his quarters. There are books everywhere, like every corner has a shelf filled with hundreds of books of different categories, half of which I don’t even understand. Written in languages I've never before seen.

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt