Breath Of Darkness Down Your Spine Novels & Stories

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.

A figure leaned in, blocking the illumination, casting an ominous shadow that filled my limited field of vision. "Don't let her go this long without another dose, or they'll sense something's wrong. Are you trying to fucking ruin this, boy?" The authority in that tone was polluted with something darker. This venomous edge sent a chilling shudder down my spine. I felt a pinprick on my arm, and the world instantly tilted sideways. Darkness lunged up to claim me, wrapping me in its insidious embrace. I was falling again, descending into the abyss, my newly awakened senses shutting down like lights on a grid.

My breath hitched—then stopped altogether. I couldn’t breathe.My hands clawed at the marble, my vision tunneling. Not now. Not yet. Dark spots flickered before my eyes, my head spinning, my body betraying me as I gritted my teeth, trying to force air into my lungs, but my own body refused to obey. Everything was slipping. And then, Blackness For the first time in centuries, I felt mortal.

My breath came in short, quick gasps. “Who are you?” I shouted, my voice cracking. “What do you want?” The voice didn’t answer this time. Instead, the shadows seemed to shift, growing longer, creeping toward me. My chest tightened, and I felt rooted to the spot, unable to move. Then, just as suddenly as it started, everything went quiet. The shadows receded, the air grew lighter, and the room felt normal again. I stood there, trembling, clutching my phone like it was a lifeline.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. The dark pressed on my chest like it had weight, like it was something alive trying to swallow me. “Let me out…” I sobbed, fists pounding weakly now. “Please…” My breaths grew sharp and shallow. My head felt light, my fingers numb. The world wobbled, tilted, spun. “I can’t…” I gasped. The darkness swallowed everything. My body gave out. And I collapsed.

Darkness crashes in. And I feel nothing at all.

" The phantom screams as I touch the darkness. The scene dissipates like shattering glass, and I gasp. The chant comes back to me in full force, like a hurricane, and I stumble back with it. The darkness consumes me, cutting off all the light as if I'm back in the Chamber of Despair again. And I realize that I cannot breathe. I cannot breathe. The chanting in my ears stops, filled with a static. I can't breathe, and my lungs burn. I can't breathe and the darkness overwhelms me.

"I'm nothing close to that, Katherine." "In that case, why don't you just say it straight? I'm not good at guessing." Slowly, he advanced. His precise, heavy steps echoed in the whole room. I blinked. Then he's in front of me. "I am between life and death, Katherine. I don't die, but I'm not breathing either." I felt shivers ran down my spine. I can feel his eyes like cold silver piercing through me. Small, strange noises distracted me. I looked down and rolled my eyes. The floor... was cracking!

Yada woke from the dream to strange sounds echoing through her skull. The green and red lights had been replaced by total darkness. She sat up slowly holding the side of her head. She felt like a Mack truck had run through her eyes and was certain if she opened her mouth to scream her brain would fall free. She moved, feeling her way in the dark. Yada found an edge and leaned down to guess the depth. She felt nothing. "I wouldn't do that," the sound of a man's voice scared her.

It feels like an invisible weight is sitting directly on my lungs; the pressure is unbearable. Everything around me seems to spin, blurring into a chaotic mess. I can't focus on a single thing; the world is moving too fast, and it is becoming harder and harder to breathe. I claw frantically at my throat as tears soak my cheeks. I try to speak, to apologize, but no sound comes out. I reach out for something to stabilize my shaking body, but I can't find anything to hold onto. I feel myself falling, but the hard floor never comes. Instead, strong, familiar arms wrap around me, lifting me entirely off the ground.