Born Darkly Novels & Stories

The one with all the darkness, death. And demons.

'The Darkness is known to always do two things - take a life...and spare one.' 1871 The young girl woke in the dead of the night. It was unusual. She was always awakened by the first rays of morning. She could not see anything as she lied face up in her bed, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. Her breathing intensified as her eyes darted around, only to be met by more darkness, except for a small opening above her where a very faint light flowed in and she could hear the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze outside.

I mumbled while walking out of the gym. I could remember those words so clearly. Darkstar Zayn Redfield I knew that there was a connection between Zayn and BM. And I always wanted to believe that Zayn was working against BM. But if a Darkstar means… This is the worst thing that could ever happen. But still, I can clearly remember Zayn declaring war against those people on the night I was kidnapped. The thought hit me hard. Does this mean that, Zayn wants to quit working under BM? Is that why BM keeps blackmailing him? Stacey’s and Jake’s words kept screamng in my head. They blackmailed Stacey’s brother and killed him. That must be why Jake said, “Once you are a darkstar there is no turning b

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

His eyes narrowed with deadly purpose as he tightened his hold on the son of a bitch beneath him. “No one touches the woman,” he scraped out in a low, chilling voice, aware of something shifting inside him. Something feral and violent and savage that wanted the bastard’s blood—but it wasn’t his wolf. It was darker, deadlier, rising up from the depths of his being like a primordial beast surging up from the seething belly of an ancient, merciless god. His fangs burned in his gums, heavy and hot, while his claws seared beneath his fingertips, eager to draw a river of blood.

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

“Born under the starry sky but had lived in the sanctuary of darkness. You can’t say your mother’s abandonment hadn’t do you good because, look at you now, you’re still alive after so many—” But at that moment, she felt the temperature dropped so low, so much so that mists were puffing out of her mouth as she breathed. Looking around, she found Dark. He was looking down but a flame of darkness was dancing around his body, an ember of orange and gold sparking through the edges. Slowly, he looked up and what dark eyes he had got. It was quite the same when he was a baby, only a lot darker and menacing. “Down to business, Dark, are you?” The mistress chortled. Who would have thought that she co

Black as midnight. A phantom.