Between The Darkness And The Dawn Novels & Stories

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

When he got to the center of the book, the characters became clearer so that he could read a long forgotten story. "... and God's power became weaker. People gave themselves to their despair. Their hearts were filled with dark thoughts. What once shone in the light was bathed in darkness. Innocence threatened to succumb to sin. Heaven succumbed to it Hell. The figures of the night broke in on the innocent and stole their light. Above all ~ he ~. The darkness itself. ~ "Lucifer." ~

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

His presence seemed to suck the air from the room, devouring the light and turning it into something else—something dark. For just a second, it reminded me of the Game Master. They both held that darkness within them, but they were two sides of a coin. The Game Master’s darkness reminded me of a dark sky filled with stars, the beautiful darkness that consumed the day. This—thing, its darkness reminded me of a chasm. An endless chasm with nothing but death and agony. ‘We’re not going to fucking die.’ Rayna snarled, ‘Not if I have anything to do with it.’

She turned to him, her eyes shimmering faintly. “Then let’s give them the rest of our light.” Together, they raised their hands toward the heavens. A wave of brilliance swept through the valley — not blinding, but pure. Every remaining star flared one final time, then gently dimmed, their light flowing downward like silver rain. When the glow settled, the world was not dark. It was warm. Alive. --- The Dawn Between Eras The next morning, the Blood Moon hung pale and thin,

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

Because somewhere in the east, between the darkness that the Devourer had been spreading through the sky and the specific, present, completely ordinary dawn that followed every night regardless of what the night had contained — Light was arriving.

She snuggled into Dante's arms, finding a comfortable spot, and they watched the sunset together. Before long, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Everything in this world had cracks—that was how the light got in. Years later, Camellia would reflect on this thought and realize that Dante was her ray of light. Though he was not the brightest and most blinding light, he stayed with her through every long night, warming her through the coldest winters.

Reaching at home when dawn is breaking, I'm very familiar with sunsets and sunrises, and I grew up watching the light fade into darkness only to rekindle again within a few hours. Though, I’m yet to find out who took over the darkness or light? When, I'm finally convinced that there’s darkness everywhere, Dawn appears before me, and I'm not talking about sunrise. Perhaps the answer lay not in the dominance of either darkness or light, but in the delicate balance between the two, a dance that played out endlessly in the tapestry of existence.