World Of Darkness Novels Novels & Stories

Sylvain situated himself behind me, standing so close that his body heat enveloped my entire form and his forest scent held me in a chokehold. My breathing stuttered when he began tracing the symbols in the book, fingers brushing against mine languidly. It had a shiver scuttling down my spine. With shaky words, I read, "From darkness is born light. From wings of ruin, From a child of the moon, From throne to throne. Golden and not white. A new era. A queen will be born. A queen will unite. A prophecy foretold, For a new world in sight. But first, there must be darkness,

He didn’t need more issues that he already has, so I kept silent, yet my mind couldn’t. On the twentieth blue moon, a new Luna will take her place, and noble blood will be spilled for the sake of the throne. Darkness will fall, and betrayal will tear the pack apart; one a galloper, one a fellow. With the new blood's arrival, the curse will remain still. No magic can save the warrior's wretched fate, only the blood of his newborn can do.

Chapter 59: The Gathering Storm The darkness was growing. It was a subtle shift, a creeping tendril that reached out from the shadows, threatening to engulf the universe. Liam and Xal'dar could feel its presence, a cold, icy dread that chilled them to the bone. They had returned to their home, a small village nestled amidst the ruins of the old world. The people there had welcomed them back as heroes, their stories of their adventures spreading far and wide. But Liam and Xal'dar knew that their respite was temporary. The darkness was coming.

♡ THANK YOU, lovely readers, for reaching this far. This Darkness Saga is a challenging novel to write. I love my werewolf world, and I can write them with my eyes closed (lol), but I still see myself as mediocre in the demon and witch world. However, I'm proud of how far we've come on these three books. ♡ I also want to thank you for allowing me to write this book at my own pace. I have amazing readers, no doubt about that! And I hope you'll continue to support me in my future endeavors.

Willow directed them to her previous board where she was staying before shuffling around Reagan's other hideouts. Thankfully, it is still intact and no one came sniffing around. Willow took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower and get rid of the blood on her body. She feels dirty. It's as if the blood has absorbed into her pores. With each passing day, she is committing new sins. She is walking far from what she is. Before also she used to murder, kill. But then it was swift and not playing around. Now, she is torturing people with a cool precision that makes her shiver. She never knew she was dark inside. And this darkness is seeping out of her, pouring out with each pass

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

This took a lot of weight off not only my back, but also the entire wizards and sorceress community. And you, dear reader, I hope that with this story, you will look a little more favorably on this darker part of our supernatural world. I know, probably most of you do not believe in its existence, after all, as the world changed, people began to forget that magic surrounds them everywhere, but I hope that this story will help you one way or another. Maybe it will give you hope and faith that love really has tremendous power? Because I tell you, even the greatest of dark magic bends when love emanates from the heart of any being. When other spells fail, love has the strength to overcome the f

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

Varkar Darkness is patient. It rests in the hollow places of the world, in the forgotten cracks between realms… waiting. I have waited longer than most creatures remember, long enough for witches and wolves to build their little thrones and call it order. I have been so quiet that the world thought that it had no ruler. I have been so quiet that they thought an abomination could rule my world. But tonight… something disturbs the calm of the night sky. A ripple.

The Darkness hummed in response, thrumming through the ground, through the air, through their bones. A whisper escaped the mist: This is only the beginning. The child stepped forward into the open world. Shadows stretched before them like a black tide, waiting to obey. And the Darkness flowed through every inch of their being, complete, eternal, unstoppable. Behind them, the village remained in ruin, a testament to what had been and what had passed. Ahead lay the world—waiting. And the child, now the new inheritor, walked alone, the night itself bending around them. The stars flickered, a soft wind stirred the ashes, and the horizon seemed to tremble with anticipation. Somewhere, in the dist