Dark Day Book Novels & Stories

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

- I replied, indignant. - It doesn't matter what time it is.- my mother interjected.- You are not allowed to walk in this forest after dark. Even during the day, it's not completely safe there, a vampire hangs around this woods. And don't even tell me you didn't feel it when you wandered there.- she added, to my surprise, although I shouldn't be surprised, after all, my mother was more powerful than me and was able to sense all kinds of creatures from a great distance. - I felt it only once, late in the evening, at the end of the previous year.- I confessed, quite truthfully.- I never felt it during the day, and today I returned home after dark for the first time in a long while.- I reminded

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

I swallowed hard at the thought. Suddenly, a cold wind rushed through the room. One by one, the candles winked out. Puff. Puff. Puff. The darkness became absolute. I couldn't even see my own hands in front of my face. I felt completely alone. Everywhere was charcoal black. It felt alive, moving around me. "I... I can't see you," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "It’s too dark. I can't see anything." My voice trembled.

Daylan and Anthony said at the same time. Daylan starred at the picture of his naked body tapped to the wall, every wall was covered with pictures of every women he had taken out with ever since he came to Africa till date including his sexual encounters everything was on display leaving no room for privacy, Faye's pictures with Daylan were plastered everywhere and her single picture was plastered at the far end corner of the room canceled with a red marker. "Fuck!" Daylan swore, " this woman is really sick" Anthony exhaled, " this lady is really obsessed with you and that has turned her to a sick psychopath, she really needs help.

He's strapped to the bed with an oxygen tank attached to his nose, if you take that off longer than 3 minutes, he's gone. He was busy reading a book. "Hey old man", I say going to his curtains and throwing it open. She groans and tells me to close it back that the light is blinding. "I want you to be able to see Death when it's coming so at least you can fight it, you won't see him in this dark room", I said. He rolled his eyes and started mumbling shits I don't know. I sat next to him on the chair beside his table.

I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them Heavy..... So heavy..... It was like I was carrying a stone. And I was running.... Run! But I couldn't because of the heavy rock. But I had to run... And then I was falling. Falling into an endless pit of nothingness.... Falling and falling... "Wake up!" a voice commanded. Obey... A voice whispered in my ear delicately. "Wake up!" Something cold. It was cold, so cold.

She learned to confront her fears head-on, transforming them into opportunities for growth and liberation. She unraveled the patterns that had kept her isolated and embarked on a journey of self-empowerment, reclaiming her voice and stepping into her authenticity. Throughout this chapter, Rita's story became a beacon of hope for others who were also navigating their own dark paths. Her journey served as a reminder that within the shadows lies the potential for profound transformation and inner illumination. Through her vulnerability and resilience, she inspired readers to face their own darkness, embracing the healing journey with courage and self-compassion.

Then everything goes dark. **************************************************

Damon's POV I was staring at the book lying on the floor, its leather cover was already cracking from the spine given how often I’d gripped it. It looked so harmless sitting there, but every page seemed like a wound. Every line was my darkness. I had written it in the quiet hours when sleep refused to come, when my thoughts were louder than my heartbeat, when I wished for the kind of silence that only death could give. All of it, my despair, my loneliness, my longing to disappear, was right there, in black ink. And now Sabrina had seen it.