Novel & Cerita A River In Darkness

He was just a couple of yards away, looking at the surrounding in a defensive stance as if he is expecting an unexpected attack from somewhere. I turned to look at my surrounding. Contrary to its name, River of Flames is nothing like a river. It is a cave, a huge stone cave. Only that, all the things you can see around are on fire, blazing, glowing red. And the path in the middle was made of stones with flowing lava in between the cracks of each stone. I gulped as I looked closer. Looking at it this close made me think how painful it would be to touch it. 'But that will not hurt you, my lady. Any phase of fire will not hurt you in any way. You already know that, right?' Raja interrupted my t

Re. "Remi," I whispered. The red marks flared golden. My mind swirled. The bruises, the running, the bridge, Mila.... the darkness. I remembered it all. Mila was being worn like a suit by the darkness. A cold shiver descended on me. I felt the darkness press in even in the bright restroom. A firefly of light reflected in the mirror. I spun. "Remi," I said to the shadow man leaning against the door.

Gone—bodies, the sinkhole, all of it. “Christ Jesus.” A small reddish shape shot out of the shadows like a fireball, an animal of some kind. It flew from its hiding place so fast he nearly missed it before it was across the baseball field and away. Richard’s vision swam. He blinked his eyes rapidly, refocusing them. Dim lights hovered in the darkness on the other side of the river. Black water mirrored the churning, soot-gray sky above . . . water that would drown without mercy, claiming the living and the dead alike, the currents sucking them down. Take them straight to the river bottom, it would, ramming them against the rocks like so much sunken wreckage.

Seeing how far I can go. I closed my eyes. My eyelids felt heavy. My vision darkened. A piece of memory that happened last night came to my mind. In the dark and in the light. In the Dark Someone is choking me. In the light A man with a snake tattoo around his neck. In the dark Someone is crying. Someone is begging. In the light There is a bloody face. There is a dead body by the black river. "BEN!!!" Rufa shouted loudly.

‎ ‎Darkness crept into my vision. ‎ ‎The last thing I saw was River rushing toward me, his face filled with alarm. ‎ ‎Then everything went black. ‎

The touch sent a shiver racing down Blue’s spine, but he didn’t pull away. “Come back,” River whispered, the words more command than plea. “Don’t let this darkness swallow you whole.” Blue looked down at their hands—at the thin thread of connection holding him together—and something inside him cracked. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to let go of the chaos and fall into River like he always did. But the ghosts of his past whispered louder. “You don’t understand,” Blue murmured, tears stinging his eyes. “The darkness isn’t swallowing me, River. I am the darkness.”

The shadow-spirit swallows the silver canisters whole, the metal exploding harmlessly inside the void of his darkness, suffocating the chemical fire before a single grain of dust can touch my skin. The wave of boiling water slams into the northern bank, knocking out two of the portable floodlights with a violent hiss of short-circuiting wires. The white light vanishes, replaced by the deep, terrifying amethyst glow of my presence. The northern line collapses in a panic of wet wool and screaming men. The fighters drop their compound bows, scrambling up the muddy ridge to escape the rising, boiling river, while the three elders stumble over their own gold-trimmed robes, rolling into the muck l

Lena found herself in a void, and it was a place that was swallowed in darkness. No one was there, and no light came through the black. All was still. "Hello," she called, and her voice went into the dark like a whisper. "Is anyone there." Then a sound came, and it was the rush of water that was far but became closer. She moved toward it until her feet were on a river that flowed under her as if she walked on the water. The darkness went away, and a strange light came through.

The last thing I saw before that darkness took over me was River, still attached to the ground but alive, his silver fur catching the faint shimmer of the moonlight. And then... nothing. Darkness swallowed me whole.

Chapter Twenty – The River of Fire The river had thrown them into a world of chaos, but the riverbank offered no sanctuary. Jagged rocks jutted from the mud, slick and treacherous, while the mist thickened like smoke curling from some unseen pyre. Shapes moved within it—hundreds of them, armored, faceless, their eyes glinting with a cruel, unnatural light.