A Flicker In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

I curled into myself on my side of bed, my fingers fluttering over my stomach. After the dark, comes the light. Fabiano could do anything he wanted but I wouldn’t let him snatch my light away this time. I won’t let him spread his darkness in my light. After the dark, comes the light. ***

he whispered back. I pointed to the corner of the room, where a faint light seemed to be flickering. Rick's eyes narrowed, and he crept forward, his movements silent and deadly. And then, just as he reached the corner of the room, everything went black! ********** I froze, my heart pounding in my chest like an antelope fleeing from a desperate predator. The darkness was absolute, and I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I strained my ears, listening for any sound that might indicate what was happening. I was curious to discover.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

" Darkness. It came down upon her with the same force as Lily like. Her wrists hurt, bound so tightly the rope burned into flesh. Coppery, rich, fleshy, and warm was the flavor of the blood on her lips—warm. The last she had been doing was pushing away hands that had clutched at her, the instant of blindness of what had struck her head before the world went dark. And there she was, now. Butchered an animal. Knees thudding onto cold marble floor, scorching up her legs. She struggled against the dizziness trying to overwhelm her, stumbling.

She wrote me back and said it would be closer to 10 that she would get there, so I just needed to be patient for another 20 minutes. I took off my clothes and left them all right in one spot, so it would be easy to find them later. I went ahead and turned the lights off, getting used to the dark. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the click in the door. My heart immediately started racing and I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I said, calm and even trying not to sound too antsy. “I guess so,” I heard her beautiful voice in the dark.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

Suddenly, the book flipped open and the pages began to flutter back and forth. I stood up in shock, knocking my chair over as I did. The sound of the chair clattering against the floor broke Miriam from her thoughts. She grinned as she saw the book, laying open to a page labeled "Hybrids". "Miriam." I sputtered. "What was that? That book just moved and flipped pages on its own. That's not any kind of fae magic I've ever seen." She looked at me, amusement in her eyes. "I told you, it's my book, it responds to me. I'm spirit fae, and while I may not know much about what that means, I do know that I have a connection to dark magic."

I have watched the light in you begin to flicker. It started on your thirtieth birthday. You didn't run as hard. You stumbled on the third step, catching yourself with a hand that felt brittle. The light of the house seemed dimmer that night, or perhaps it was just your eyes, clouded by the whiskey and the crushing weight of everything you hadn't accomplished. I surged forward. My fingers—long, ink-black claws—grazed the back of your neck. You didn't turn, but you gasped, a sound of genuine, existential dread. You knew, didn't you? Somewhere deep in the lizard brain, you knew that the darkness wasn't chasing you anymore. It was catching up.

Though its cold burning scorched my skin I said nothing, driving along that endless country road, while he mumbled words which flowed from his lips with an odd, foreign lilt sounding intimate and familiar, strange and alien all at once. And the night sky. It burned with black stars. I know this probably doesn’t make sense. How can you see black stars against the blackness of night? Of course, a night sky is never completely black. It’s a dimness lit by faint, ambient light. Against this burned great stars of utter blackness. Gazing at them made my blood freeze. The road ended abruptly at a wide lake. Its glass surface shimmered under the black moonlight as yellow, misshapen things frothed in