Dark Beginning 1 Novels & Stories

But she had already decided to take the actions needed to sustain her in the do-or-die situation. Now was the time or never. Her gaze landed on the end of the corridor as she was moving along it. She moved slowly until she arrived at the corner, where it was too dark and there were no lights.the area was covered in dust, and she started to open the door, which was completely black. After placing her palm on the lock and turning it her eyes widened as she noticed the three to four stairs but was unable to see anyone else due to the darkness. "Mam," an astonishing voice that suddenly entered her ears caused her body to jolt. She turned around to see Ana standing there looking absolutely petrif

Every piece of darkness Baron left behind is turning to ash. And then, slowly, the agony fades. What remains is warmth—a heartbeat that isn’t just mine, but something ancient, divine, pulsing in rhythm with my soul. I feel whole again. When I open my eyes, the world has changed. I’m lying in a dark room, the air still heavy with the scent of smoke and iron. Black sheets are tangled around me, and the pillows are scattered like a small fortress built to protect me. My skin still tingles with the echo of that silver light, and I can feel something new, powerful, awakening deep inside me.

Blood Awakening Chapter 18: Say it, Mari In the darkness, two pairs of silver eyes glimmered like a pale full moon, staring at them intently, burning them like the fires of hell. Their hearts went wild and the pounding is ringing non-stop. “I can take these two,” Sebastian uttered arrogantly, full of self-confidence and ready to attack. The two wolves growled in a low tone, suppressing their anger, but are ready to attack any moment. One wrong move is all that it takes.

She disappeared into the shadows. And somewhere far away, in a place beyond dimensions, something ancient began to wake. Something that made the Voids look like children. Something that had been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time. The First Dark was coming. And Aria and Kade would face it as humans. Without power. Without magic. Without any advantage except for each other. The world had been saved. But only temporarily. The real battle had just begun.

“Awakening.” --- As the sigil glows brighter, Alexander realizes Project Rebirth has only just begun and Elena’s awakening might not be something he can stop.

The lights flicker again. But this time— They don’t stabilize. They dim. Slowly. Deliberately. One by one. Until shadows start creeping back in. “What’s happening?” I ask, panic rising again. Adrian steps back. Into the darkness. “This,” he says calmly, “is where the lies begin.” My heart starts racing. “What lies?” His voice echoes— Fading. “Everything you think you know.” The lights drop lower. The room changes again. The men move. Positions shifting.

And somewhere in the darkness… that truth had already begun to awaken.

Heather’s POV The Darkness didn’t last forever. It began to crack. Slowly at first. Seconds later my eyelids fluttered open.. Pain seeped in instantly. Dull, heavy and relentless. A soft groan escaped my lips as I forced my eyes back open, blinking against the brightness that flooded my vision. Everything was a blend of white and gold. The ceiling, walls, even the sheets were clean.. For a second, I didn’t move. But then it hit me.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

THE BEGINNING OF THE END III Bianca’s POV ❤️ I woke up to a throbbing pain in my head and the suffocating sense of movement. The rumble beneath me felt like a car in motion. Darkness pressed in all around. I opened my eyes— or at least, I thought I did —but nothing changed. It was pitch black. I tried to speak, but my throat was parched. The words got stuck, scraping against the dryness, and no sound came out. I coughed weakly, but even that felt like a struggle. What is happening?