Novel & Cerita Born Into Darkness

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

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." ~

Horrified as I was, my mouth fell open when I saw how I was able to stand in the fire-which means, my feet were literally stepping on the fire! And it wasn't just that. There's something glowing in me. My wrist. What's more peculiar is that, the light is coming from a birthmark I've never seen before. In my seventeen years of existence, there's nothing in my body I didn't discover yet. So why do I have this strange birthmark all of a sudden? And why am I still alive until now? Look at yourself, Ophelia. You're still alive because fire isn't your enemy. In fact, it's the other way around.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

“It’s not for me, not anymore.” “What are you talking about?” “Damien, you told me that there is a reason the Rogues have a darkness in them before they turn. You told me that it’s different for everyone. That it was something from their past that made them that way. But me,” I snort, because it has taken me far too long to see it. “I was born with this. It makes me who I am. I am not dark and I am not light either.” “Neah, that’s Nyx talking.” Dane frowns at me

This made them ill-suited to take on the responsibilities associated with their parent's role. For those who had lost their mates or were unable to find them, the Zura were not just an alternative but a divine gift, a shimmering ray of hope in a world darkened by solitude and uncertainty. The Zura bore a mark bestowed upon them by the gods themselves, a mark that appeared on their necks in the shape of a lightning bolt. The lightning bolt mark symbolized a divine connection that transcended mere chance or choice. It was believed that the gods had chosen these blessed individuals to be a beacon of companionship and legacy preservation for those who had lost their destined mates.

“You believed you were born from darkness.” A pause. “You were born from grief.” Another pause. “They are not the same.” The battlefield became silent once more. The words settled over every ancient soul present. The Shadow had never been evil by nature. It had never been shown another way to exist. The golden light suddenly pushed farther through the cracks. This time, an arm emerged. A shoulder followed it. Then the outline of a human figure. The light surrounding the figure burned so brightly that I had to shield my eyes.

And something in him shifted. Anger, Betrayal And Something quieter. Something that sounded like: So this is the darkness you were born from.

She had looked at a helpless child, born of a mother's greed and a father's shame, and decided that my entire existence should be a masterclass in torment. "I curse you," I whispered, the darkness absorbing the vow like a sponge. "I curse the blood in my veins. I curse the day I was born. If I ever get out of this hole... if you ever give me a single fraction of a second of power... I will tear your world apart and I will change my fate,” my voice cracked. “...I will make every single one of them bleed for this." But the darkness didn't answer because the goddess was always quiet. It just grew colder and my eyes began to drift shut, my consciousness slipping toward the gray edge of death.