Brightest Day Blackest Night Novels & Stories

In spite of that, it just listens to what we were talking about. “There is no problem at all, it’s just that your Brother Harris here is the only one who really can’t ease himself. I just mentioned out the blue to him the night of darkness, and the result is this, he couldn’t be bothered to question me again and again. When in fact, the only thing the night of darkness is all about is a night that engulfs the Del Mundo of darkness. There is no moon showing, so every time the full moon shows, that is the perfect night we have to open the tunnel for those who prefer to hide themselves so that the black vampires can’t find them anymore.” Finally, my other questions about the night of darkness w

We didn't get to sleep for a week. We barely got an hour. The sun crested the jagged skyline of the Onyx City, pouring unforgiving white light through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Vantablack. The black glass floor drank the light, but the glare off the silver trim was blinding. I found Ashren standing by the glass.

He nodded slowly, his eyes shining with pride and love and something deeper—gratitude. “Then we do it your way, my Queen. We bring it all into the light. And we let the truth destroy him.” --- Night had fallen completely over the city. The sun dipped below the horizon hours ago, painting the sky in shades of deep purple, indigo, and finally black, dotted with millions of stars. But Ashford Tower did not go dark. Instead, it became the brightest thing in the sky.

"Initiate the Blackout Protocol. If they want to audit me, let’s see how they do it in the dark." Suddenly, every light in the county—the porch light, the SUV's sensors, even the distant town's glow—died. The only thing left was the bioluminescent blue pulsing from the "Chronicle" on the Traveler’s arm in the distance, and the terrifying, silent scream of a mother ready to kill for her child.

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

And because the moonlight couldn't penetrate the treetops, it was completely dark. Felix's feral senses and instincts become more honed. The sound of the wind on the grass pricked up his ears. There was something in the bushes off to the left. The movement in the grass was hardly perceptible. Felix crept around undetected. A black wolf sprung from concealment behind a tree all of sudden. Felix was able to recover. When he realized who was standing in front of us, he let out a deep growl that matched mine. They said we were two sides of the same moon. Two black wolves born on the night of the brightest full moon were destined to fight to the death to prove who deserved to be Alpha of the pack

'I love surprises! 'Then be a good girl and wait,' I tapped my foot and waited for what seemed like forever before I finally felt his hands on my shoulders. 'Do you know why I chose a black horse and you white?' 'Pretty sure I chose it myself,' 'Her,' he corrected. 'I knew you would go for the bright one because that is what you are, a bright light. Black is dark, like the night. The rubbish I'm trying to explain is that you are the light in my dark world, the crazy color… God, I'm saying rubbish again.'

The other two nodded and hurried to the side stairs. The figures ascended the stairs in silence. Suddenly, another dark figure darted past them, followed by a blinding flash of light. The figure ascending the stairs shielded their eyes from the intense light. Exposure to such brightness in the darkness could render them temporarily blinded, seeing nothing but a swath of green for a few minutes. The waiting person seized the opportunity and swiftly wielded a weapon, delivering a powerful blow to the back of the black figure's head. The black figure on the building couldn't even dodge in time—they fell to the ground and were dead.

Nadia's darkness was evil; choosing the White Bull, the incarnation of everything vile and brutal in this world, it left a stain on her soul that would never come clean. The Game Master's darkness was the kind that filled the sky when the moon lifted, holding millions of stars within its endless depths. His darkness was the nights where I'd lay awake, staring up at the sky as I wallowed over the monotony of my life. The moment night exploded from within him, the crowd of people who had come to watch, dropped to one knee. One by one they fell, a hand against their heart. Eyes of emerald, chestnut and cerulean stared up at their King, at darkness and night given form.