Born Darkly Novels & Stories

Blair felt her heart race, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a massive wolf with fur as dark as night, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. It stood at the edge of the clearing, its presence radiating menace. Blair felt her breath catch in her throat. “The dark force,” she whispered, recognizing the embodiment of their fears standing before them. The dark wolf let out a chilling laugh that echoed through the forest. “Ah, the Keeper and her little band of misfits. How quaint. You think you can stand against me?”

I bought some new bedding and some throw pillows for the room. I would have stopped there but I passed the kitchen section and the sterile kitchen popped into my head. Yes, he had everything a chef could need to make food but it was more gray countertops, white walls, and black cabinets. It felt like the kitchen of Patrick Bateman. A set of rustic canisters set out before me, old style with some fruit on them like you’d see in some Nonna's house.

Billowing up steadily like thick smoke from a burning building, the darkness reached up and snuffed the light from the candelabras first, leaving pitch darkness in its wake and permeating the entire room until it reached up to the chandelier. To my fearful amazement, the darkness engulfed the little twenty or so lights from the burning candles on it all at once. The darkness grew heavy and thick like a pregnant raincloud forced and condensed into a room. It swallowed up everything including the bearer of the darkness himself. The Cursed Lycan king, Alpha Zane. My mate. It was not just darkness. It was tangible and alive. It swelled and pulsated with an unfathomably dark energy that even I wh

He told Liam to shut the door and walk outside after Damien swallowed the entire glass in one go. He swore never to feel this again and never to take this medication again, but here he was doing both as he was experiencing heart anguish once more after a long time because of that mare girl. Liam left him alone while holding a concerned expression. ~~~ Damien was standing in a big and dark room which was located on the other side of the mansion,it had no source of light ,just one small window. He switched on the light which was too dim, stepping closed to one particular wall he glared at the picture.

When this happened, it pleased the elder who possessed that Undead greatly. In a large castle with lighting that was as bleak as the land of the Undead, there was such a being: an Undead called Dark Shadow. This Undead was sprawled lazily on the only throne in the entire castle, a throne that was hers and hers alone. Unlike her name, Dark Shadow possessed pale beautiful skin that was uncharacteristic of an Undead. Her blood red eyes had a hint of blue in them, and her beautiful face and lovely curves would have easily deceived one into thinking that she was human like they were. Stretching lazily, she twirled a few strands of her long black hair round her fingers, her lazy eyes conveying a s

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

Summer's POV Bright blinding light pushed through the dreamless darkness that Summer was enjoying, beckoning her to wake up and embrace the new day where all her troubles were still very much existent. Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her.

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”