Dark Day Book Novels & Stories

Megan felt so happy just thinking of that. She was not worried at all that Darryl would produce the antidote. The Immortal Pure Scripture was the most incredible scripture, and only she knew about the Dark Day Pill. No matter how knowledgeable Darryl was, he would not be able to figure out the antidote in such a short period. Bang! Just a few seconds after consuming the Dark Day Pill, Dax, Chester, and the others trembled, and their brows locked tightly. At that moment, Dax and Chester’s faces were all pale. Their heart was still in doubt.

Great. Just exactly what I needed to start my boring day, they don't just get tired. It was a message, but the weird thing was that it was oddly familiar, given the words nightshade had said to me that night. “I want you to strip, slowly unbuckle your thin, black, jock strap. Touch yourself, but you can only come with my permission.” I read it twice, my heart thumping. This one was more demanding than the last. There was no “please”.

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

At that time, Morana felt Daniel's hand stroking her forehead and pulled the blanket to cover her body. If nothing had happened before, maybe Morana would have liked Daniel a bit… But not now, she hated him so much for making her suffered. # # # When Morana woke up again, the sky was almost dark with a red tint indicating that the sun was almost setting and letting the moon take its place, the moonlight fell on her bed. Morana felt that her head was very heavy, even though she had slept all day and night, but that was unable to shake off the tired feeling that still clung to her heart. As if the sleep does not mean anything.

1986 I don't know what happened today. Actually, I can't believe what happened today. I was sitting in the living room reading Karaka: Legend of Juno written by Michelle Williams and Kasper was reading Twin Daggers written by Lori Skov Jansen when a freak storm blew out the front window. As we covered the window, I heard Cammie screaming from her room.

I couldn't find the answer in any book. Yes, the dark ones had women, they were all black-haired and black-eyed, pale and infirm, they often died very early and did not possess magic at all. I had light brown hair and gray eyes, average height and a thin body. As for the darkness, she behaved very strangely, then calmed down for a long time, then again tormented me with strange dreams at night. Most often, I dreamed of a dense forest, through which I ran with a wildly pounding heart and completely naked. Branches hit my face, roots of plants dug into my legs, and a huge dark cloud always tried to catch up with me from behind.

"Time of Darkness, excellent choice." She had a calm voice say from behind her and she almost jumped in her skin. She should have been used to this by now. They moved really quickly and their steps were usually silent. The intruder was right in front of her in an instant. Delice. Something twinkled in her eyes as her they roamed the book cover. "They were dark times indeed." Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font.

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope