Dark Fall Chapter 10 Novels & Stories

Chapter 8: The Gift of Alabaster The world tilts without warning. One moment I’m perched on the wide stump behind the healer’s tent, the black tome open across my knees, sunlight filtering through the pine needles in thin golden spears. The next, everything collapses inward—colors bleeding to gray, sound (what little vibration I still feel) dropping away entirely. Darkness rushes up like cold water. I’m back in the void. The same endless black that swallowed me when the estate burned. The same place where the contract was signed.

Test again. Sipho whispered into the night, his voice barely more than shadow: “This is only the beginning. One day, one of you will falter, one will rise, and one… may take what should have been mine. Be ready, for the Darkness does not forgive hesitation. And the world… will remember your choices.”

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

“Stop before you expose yourself. He’s enjoying this too much. He knows, Octavia. He knows you’re not ordinary.” But I couldn’t stop. Not with his eyes on me, not with the stubborn fire in my veins. Dorian came at me one last time, his hand striking toward my shoulder. I blocked, but his strength forced me back several steps until my boots scraped against the dirt. His arm pressed against mine, locking me in place. Our faces were close, breath mingling in the heavy silence that fell once more over the arena. For a long moment, neither of us moved. His eyes searched mine, something unreadable swirling in their depths. Not just curiosity, not just dominance. Something darker.

"Come with me." Too exhausted to argue, we followed her deeper into the forest, away from the horrors of the Hollow. Little did we know, our journey was far from over. Chapter 50 Alina's POV The darkness swallowed us whole. One moment, we stood in the eerie stillness of the Hollow; the next, a wave of shadow surged forward, smothering every glimmer of light. It wasn't just the absence of light—it was a suffocating force, pressing against our skin, seeping into our minds.

It was almost seven am before we had finally got everything completed. I let out a sigh of relief and felt so pleased with my effort. At least I would be out of trouble for now. I made my way back to the kitchen when I felt someone's presence. Looking up at the door I froze. Then came the smack. Falling to the ground, I shielded myself from his blows. It was pointless to plead and beg for him to stop as that would make him angrier and I would be even more punished. He hated me and wanted me dead. I knew it. Death was very much welcome right now. I blacked out at some point through the pain. My wolf was nowhere. I was alone in this world.

The runes on my skin began to flicker and die. "If we can't have the power, no one will!" the High Priest laughed, blood leaking from his white eyes. "Enjoy the Void, little girl!" I looked down one last time as I was pulled into the darkness. I saw Rowan fighting his way through the warriors, his face a mask of pure desperation. I saw Damon and Chloe looking up with terrified grins. And then, the hole snapped shut. The last thing I felt was the sensation of falling into a bottomless, freezing ocean.

When he got to the center of the book, the characters became clearer so that he could read a long forgotten story. "... and God's power became weaker. People gave themselves to their despair. Their hearts were filled with dark thoughts. What once shone in the light was bathed in darkness. Innocence threatened to succumb to sin. Heaven succumbed to it Hell. The figures of the night broke in on the innocent and stole their light. Above all ~ he ~. The darkness itself. ~ "Lucifer." ~

The floor shook violently as if it was about to collapse. From outside, there was an even louder scream-long and heartbreaking, as if someone was being dragged into something invisible. Raven felt sick to her stomach. This was too real to be a dream. She tried to get a grip, but her body felt weak. The light from her pendant grew stronger, almost blinding. Before everything went dark again, she caught sight of something- a large shadow in the sky. A large shadow in the sky. Flashing red eyes. And a whispering voice, so soft yet piercing straight to her soul-

He stood up and put both gloved hands inside his pocket. Even her knees started to tremble beneath her pants, she tried to stand but she couldn't. Cold fear rushed through her veins making her mind to black out. "And then it will become hard for you to even step a foot. It'll get harder to breath, don't worry you're not going to die, just paralyzed." Dankworth slowly walk towards her. It's like he is doing some countdown before she met her demise. "Then your tongue will become paralyzed. You can't even scream."