A River In Darkness Novels & Stories

Duke says. - I know where their main entrance is. - says the vampire, putting on bracelets of evasion and chain mail of air. "Then let's not linger." Alud says as he hangs the Morgenstern on his belt and starts loading his fist shotguns. Duk pocketed the wrapped necklace, inspected his large black shotgun, and tucked it into a special mount on his back. The Dark Ones got into the car Brook-ta-man gestured in the direction, and the car took off with a squeal. Driving through the streets, Duk noticed how much riots were around, police cars were rushing here and there, through broken shop windows it was clear how looters were looting shops. Alud took a deep breath through his nostrils, he felt

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness. He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll. I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!

“Still pretending he’s king when he’s nothing but a caged wolf now. No Moon, no crown, no pack.” Theron said nothing. Silence was its own blade, and he let it cut. The path twisted downward, roots tangling like black veins beneath their boots, until at last the river came into view. The River of Fernwood. It stretched wide and dark, its waters moving sluggishly under the moonlight. Mist curled above its surface, whispering with voices that seemed almost human, low, mournful, endless. The sound clawed at the mind, as though the river itself remembered every soul it had swallowed.

Then, like a javelin, he drew an arc in the air and dived into the water. There was a loud thud, but only a little water splashed, and the calmness quickly restored. The Lost Soul River — One of the four most dangerous regions in the Valley of Death. The river was about 200 meters wide, and it flowed through the entire Valley of Death. In the whole river, the fallen leaves would not float, and the water was as heavy as mercury. Once ordinary people fell into it, they would be squeezed and crushed to death by the water in the Lost Soul River, and even the weightless souls could not float. Hence, the Lost Soul River was given its name.

The dawn in the A****n did not break; it bled. Light filtered through the triple-canopy rainforest in suffocating shades of bruised purple and sickly yellow. The air was no longer just humid; it was heavy, pressing against the skin like a wet wool blanket. Jack Miller stood at the edge of the "Silent River," staring into the abyss. The river didn't look like water. It looked like flowing obsidian. It was black, opaque, and terrifyingly smooth. There were no ripples, no eddies, no whitecaps. It moved with the sluggish, oily viscosity of mercury.

Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision. Stay conscious, Nyx begged. We have to stay conscious. We have to... But the darkness was stronger than both of us. I caught glimpses as they carried me. Rocky hillside. Hidden entrance. The smell of smoke and bodies and desperation. Voices arguing. Someone saying "another mouth to feed" while someone else said "potential information." Then nothing. When I came back, I was lying on cold stone with rough rope still binding my wrists and ankles. My body was a symphony of pain, each breath a reminder of what the river had done to me.

Night fell slowly over the eastern basin, draping the forest in a heavy, almost tangible darkness. The river that ran through the clearing shimmered faintly under the moonlight, each ripple catching the silver threads Mara had extended from the northern lattice. They moved with a life of their own, weaving in and out of the shallow water, clinging to river rocks, and tracing the currents like veins of electricity. The predator fragment had not returned immediately, but its presence lingered like a shadow, a slow ripple of tension through the lattice. Every pulse carried intention — probing, testing, measuring.

she called in an echo as she entered the smoke of darkness. I had second thoughts. Once I go through that darkness, there’s no out for me. I closed my eyes and remembered Carissa. This was for her. I entered and immense heat tortured my skin. “Don’t waste time, Hen. Your next question?” Everything looked pretty normal until I looked down. An instant heart attack hit me when I discovered that we were on a wide bridge made of hardened coal and ash but it wasn’t the bridge that scared the heck out of me. It was the river of lava we were right above.