As a kid, 9 years old, Alfred's mother told him stories about angels in heaven, with their bright yellow halos and their pure snow white wings. He's never seen an angel so how could they be real? He was reluctant to believe that such beautiful beings exist. By Middle school, Alfred had forgotten. He was getting older and his mind was elsewhere. Angels were long gone from his imagination and mind. But, when the house next to his own is bought and his next door neighbors seem to have a very attractive son, he started to remember what his mother used to tell him; "Angels are everywhere. One day when you're older, you might even fall in love with one."

The year is two- thousand, twenty-seven. The USA has collapsed. America is dead. The Cabinet of States has arisen from its ashes. Their very own Countryhuman, Cabi, in charge. Unbeknownst to the new government, a plot has been brewing in the shadows. A plot that is determined to wipe them off the face of the earth. It is something so dangerous, so ludicrous, that only a madman would consider going through with it. But that was exactly what he was; a madman. Russia, driven to grief over America's loss, makes a plan to bring him back. However, Cabi has her own plan that she is willing to enact. One that could rid the competition. One that could secure her place as leader. One that she is so ambitious, so desperate to uphold, that it may drive the world to its breaking point. Violence is coming. Terror is culminating. But hope is reviving. •-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• Welcome to Darkness of Ours. This is a continuation from a previous book called Light of Mine. I highly recommend that you read Light of Mine before starting this, but if you find that too long, too cringy, or too much of something else, there is an informational chapter at the beginning of this book. Read that. Have a great day/night/morning/evening/noon/midnight/any time! -Amaura •-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• Started: 6-10-21 (June 10th) Ended: 9-19-21 (September 19th) -------------

Once there was peace. Where creatures and mortals and monsters lived alongside each other, loved one another. But then there was a murder and war engulfed the lands. Mortals turned on their friends, ripping through their territories and lives, destroying everything they had ever built together. Attempting to wipe out those who they saw as imperfect. Unnatural. Beasts. But they weren't able to wipe them all. The werewolves grew in power, ravaging the forests and mountains, growing and flourishing in the darkness as legends started to swarm, stories and terrifying nightmares that began to haunt the mortals who still continued to live in fear and hate. The mortals saw the werewolves as enemies unlike the angels, the hybrids, the birds. And as much as they tried to defeat them, they were never successful. Until the King of the East Kingdom was given a prophecy. A prophecy that spoke either the death of the Ruler of werewolves. Or the return of peace. But to the King? Peace was never an option. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// TW and mentions of: Blood, violence, knives (weapons), murder The Ruler and The Hunter Au belongs to @FlameonLeaf Designs (Art and Cover) and Plots belong to @FlameonLeaf PLEASE DO NOT REWRITE THE STORY OR MAKE YOUR OWN VERSION OF IT 1# Rusame - 01/02/21 1# Countryhumans - 01/02/21