Darke Stories

Want to know a secret? Well Caelan Anderson has plenty, except he doesn't know he has any. He just wanted to finish his senior year and get as far away as he could from that hell hole, but fate had other ideas. Can he survive being thrown into an unknown world full of faeries, warlocks and demons? Can he fulfil the prophecy? Can he survive falling in love? He would gladly go back to school, to avoid the pressure of being responsible for his newly found friend’s lives...trouble is Caelan has enemies, and they won't rest till he is dead. Enemies he earned, just for being born.

--- 🖤 STORY DESCRIPTION > Don't choose me. Elena Golonzo made one mistake-she witnessed a murder that was never meant to be seen. Sebastian Volkov is the most feared man in the mafia world. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He destroys enemies without mercy and never leaves loose ends. He should have killed her. Instead, he locked her inside his world. She is his enemy. He is her nightmare. And when desire begins to blur the line between hatred and obsession, Elena realizes the truth- In the mafia world, being chosen is far more dangerous than being dead. ------

He was the Hunter and she was his Prey… Essence was her parents pride and joy. A child born of horror and darkness, she was reborn into a family of carefree and laughter. But at a tender age, she began seeing visions of a world that was not her own and when that world became real, she learned that she was not whom she’d believed herself to be. The world of Fantasy emerged and as she grew older, she became tied to two very different realities. She learns that she is part of a prophecy, one that travels through an ancient royal family of Fantasy, and that Beauty has claimed her soul and marked it. Through her and her descendants, an evil spell must be broken. She must fight for all that she holds dear; she will become the Master, the Seeker and the Savior in order to free Fantasy from its imprisonment, to reclaim her love from his imprisonment of Hell, and most importantly, to prove that Beauty is not in the eye of the Beholder, but from the very depths of the Soul…

In the land of Noctur the spirits of Light and Darke begin to die of a mysterious cause, the Great Spirit sends them into bodies of mortals, to keep them alive. Everything changes when centuries later, the spirits are reborn both as females for the first time, things begin to go wrong. A girl named Winter and her twin sister Kris are the new hosts. On their 17th birthdays the begin to fall sick; the same sickness that overcame the spirits. As they fall ill, it is up to them to find the cure, separate the spirits, and begin anew. What they don't know is removing the spirits will kill them.

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"What's your name?" "Manon. Manon Dark" He laughed. I frowned "What's so funny," I demanded slightly perturbed by his immediate outburst. "How long have you been a Night Caller?" It seemed such an innocent question, but there was nothing virtuous about it. It wasn't a question, it was a condemnation. An accusation. I took a step back aghast, that he'd ask me that in such a forth-right way. I couldn't help the few strands of pride I had left shredding into pieces. It's not like I asked to be an evil creature, I was just a curious child in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'll probably add to it later so come back lol It's part 2 of the first book 'Darke Passione'

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In the darkness of London's lights, transfixed with terror and despair, the undaunted plague doctors struggled on. Their black robes, like the death-strip on the throat of the infernal cauldron, bore witness to the inexorable power to deal with this terrible affliction. They picked their way among the cluster of bodies, searching for the last signs of hope. Their eyes, charred from battle, sought salvation in the fathomless depths of each lost soul. The plague, whispering its stories in the streets of London, left traces of death at every turn.