Zelda Darkness Novels & Stories

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

I said, glancing at Lucas. He looked up at me, surprise flickering across his face. “What do you mean?” “I’m a Daylighter,” I said simply. “The sun doesn’t burn me, and Vervain doesn’t weaken me as much. I can handle it.” Lucas’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I shrugged. “Didn’t think it mattered. But now… it might be our only way out of here.” He stood up, his posture tense. “What are you planning?”

descended an even larger shadow-a cloaked figure never seen before, grinning with two faces. Valtorius stiffened. "No... they called the Umbral Arbiter. This is... worse than I thought." And as the shadows swallowed the light again, Raven stared at her new enemy-with a gaze that was no longer fearful, but... lit with a determination she had never felt before. The hallway was now filled with colliding energies. Light and darkness competed for space, creating small explosions and invisible vortices that made the air heavy to breathe. Raven stood at the centre of it, her body emitting a purple light that now glowed darkly.

Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron. Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against. One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

’ve been so worried about the village, and they thought it would help me. I don’t think they anticipated I’d be asleep this long.” “You mentioned on the phone that you can feel Jazzy’s magic,” Enzo said, stepping toward her. My eyes widened at his words. “What?” I gasped. “It’s true… I can feel her dark magic at play. But it’s more than that,” she said, her eyes darkening. “I can feel darkness.” “Darkness?” I asked, furrowing my brows together. “I’ve only felt this once before,” she explained. “A long time ago. Jazzy has conjured it before.” “She conjured darkness?” Enzo asked. “How is that possible?” “It takes a very dark heart and a sacrifice to do it,” Hazel explained; her expression was

“We were meant to eliminate that abomination, but a higher mortal intervened. He was brought into recent times and was cloaked in protection.” “Zylas…” he whispered. “We have been unable to reach him. But since he fell at the hands of a sylph, that problem resolved itself.” A pause. “Now, we face a new one. A more dangerous one.” He scoffed. “What could an unborn child possibly do to you?” A beat of silence. The Light Fae’s voice deepened as she said, “Your child will open the gates to the Dark Plane.” The image of the Dark Plane—ripped straight from his father’s memory—flashed through his mind, making his skin crawl. He’d seen it. Felt it. The way it tried to devour everything in its path.

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

She quickly skimmed over them before turning her blank stare back to the man in front of her. "Jared Knight, 26 years old, born and raised in the area, joined Golden Ridge at the tender age of 16 after your dear older brother joined." Summer began reciting what she had just read. "Golden Ridge is well aware to stay away from La Fiet given this is The Dragon Guards turf, so please enlighten me, why are you here?" "For fun." Jared snapped spitting out a mouthful of blood. Stepping forward Summer remained silent as this time she clamped her plyers on Jared's pointer finger.

The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out. "Risthor tiem uhlanor yreit." These miniscule droplets, converged into a long arm-length spiral lake, twisting and circling the white floating rocks, slowly seeping into them, soaking the crystals in deep blackness. These were what Ekron called: The Shards Of Darkness. His darkness. Another snap from his fingers, forced each shard to appear in front of a lord, a supposed demigod he had summon, and so did a key: brilliantly shimmering, fighting off the dark progeny from the shards beside it.