A Flicker In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

The flickering light expanded, enveloping the creature in a radiant glow. The darkness around us began to recede, and the lake’s waters started to clear. The creature thrashed and wailed, its power waning. “We’re doing it!” Celina exclaimed, her voice filled with triumph. But the creature was not defeated yet. It let out a final howl of rage, summoning a surge of dark energy. “Stay strong!” I called out, bracing myself against the onslaught. As the darkness closed in, the flickering light seemed to pulse with renewed vigor. It was as if the light itself was fighting back, pushing back against the encroaching darkness.

“You may bеliеvе that now, but know that thеrе is always a flickеr of hopе, no mattеr how dim. Surrеndеr to thе darknеss, and it will consumе you еntirеly. Embracе thе light, and you may find a way to brеak frее from this cyclе of pain and dеstruction.” Frеya’s dеfiancе wavеrеd, a flickеr of uncеrtainty crossing hеr еyеs. Thе branchеs tightеnеd thеir grip, causing hеr to gasp in pain. Thе strain on hеr facе grеw, bеads of swеat forming on hеr brow as shе grapplеd with hеr choicеs.

I try to look in the darkness. I watch a light like a thing flicker in the dark and then it goes off. After a few seconds, another flickering light is seen but this time it stays. Because of that small light, now I can see my cell in the dimness but it's enough for me. I can see that I am in a small cell. There is a huge metal door which traps any light from entering the cell. To the right side of my cell is a wall and to my left is the wall with a slight crack in it. That's where the flickering light is coming from. "Please reply if you hear me," again the male speaks and it feels like he's speaking from the other side of the wall with the flickering light. I quickly shift towards that wall

Weapons in hand. Waiting. The lights flickered again. And again. And again. Getting worse. More frequent. Thirty minutes between flickers now. Then twenty. Then fifteen. The pattern was breaking. The generators were in death throes. "Soon," I said. Em nodded. We stood by the door. Both of us ready. Both of us focused. Waiting for the moment everything went dark. Waiting for our chance. Waiting to run. To fight. To escape or die trying. The lights flickered.

"All of them?" "Yeah," Jada sighs, moving to stand beside me. "How many mention the angel's territory?" I ask. She clicks her tongue again and I silently pray to the Gods as the books start to move around the room. The glow fades and appears again in bursts as the lights flicker. It would be mesmerizing if not for the pounding in my chest. All of the books flicker once more, then the entire room falls into darkness. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants. "What does this mean—how many mention the territory?" I ask quickly.

Book 2 *Soleil* Wonderful, darkness, silence, nothing. Until something soft, moist and warm interferes. The safe darkness is interrupted by the light. I fight against it. I want to stay in the dark, but the soft, moist and warmth keeps getting more intense and the light gets sharper. My eyes flutter open. At the end of a long tunnel I spot long green leaves of grass. That is really weird, I was just looking at blue flames a moment ago.

Lavinia has never had the luxury of wanting things. When a chance encounter pulls her into a secret relationship with Root, one of the most famous drivers in Formula 1, she has to decide whether being hidden is protection or proof she was never enough to be chosen out loud, before someone else forces the truth into the open and nearly destroys them both.

I, on the other hand, opened the bottle and drank my frustration about my unending nightmares. "The reason you have come to La Fleur, may I ask?" he delved. I ignored his question and continued drinking, finishing the bottle in one go. Fenrir laughed at me, amused and I bet he finally realized that I am as problematic as everyone here. "Amico, you know what to do with things that frustrate you," he said cockily. I drew my attention to him as I put down the liquor battle. He stared at me with red eyes and showed me his fangs. I did the same.

Ever since my blind accident, the dark isn't something that I willingly put myself into. My mind instantly conjures the image of Deckard somehow bribing a guard or picking the lock to wait for me in the darkness. I peep in deeper into the apartment, and I realise it's not completely dark. There's a single, flickering flame dancing on the dining table in the distance. I don't take a step inside yet. I’m not a character in a horror movie who wanders into the basement just to see what’s making that scratching noise. Instead, I back away, quietly pulling the door shut until it’s just a sliver open, and I scramble for my phone. My fingers are shaking as I hit Owen’s speed dial.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.