Novel & Cerita Dark Fall Chapter 2

My legs gave out from underneath me, I tried to brace myself for impact against the ground, but instead my weak body was pulled into strong arms. I blinked, trying to clear the blurriness in my eyes again, the dark spots started clouding my vision, but before it fully had a chance to pull me in, I was met with deep seafoam eyes that shone with so much intensity, “I have you.." *** This chapter wasn't the best, my apologies, next chapter will be better I promise. Shalini Zhara <3

It lingered, echoing in the silence, a reminder that the darkness itself belonged to him. The chapter closed not with a fight— But with the promise of one. The shadows were alive. And they weren’t done yet.

Chapter 2: Gothic Era Darkness. It welcomed me, it is so dark. I can't see and feel anything. Vague, can't sense even my body. I tried to open my eyes, but I just can't do it. The feeling of tiredness that's I've been feeling right now is terrible. I can't even name it. It feels like every vein inside of me is pumping and hurts like hell. In my second attempt, I finally win against the pain in my ass. Little by little, a light invade the sight of my eye.

“Not yet. But I will.” Something about his words felt like a promise, and I found it impossible to ignore. I hated that it stirred something inside me—anger, yes, but not only anger. Something darker. Something dangerous that I didn't even want to think about right now. Or ever for that matter. I forced myself to stand tall, to keep my voice steady. “Do me a favor and stop trying, alpha Dorian. Because whatever you think you’ll find, you won’t.”

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two. - What have I done yesterday...- Nadir whispered, terrified. Immediately the images from the previous evening started coming back to her. It was the best and worst night of her life at the same time. Nadir remembered feeling wonderful, but as she looked at Miguel now and watched his horribly weak aura, she felt terrible.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

The shadows recoiled, hissing in pain as the light burned through the darkness. “Not today,” Clara said, her voice steady and strong. The figure paused, its eyes narrowing in anger. “You will regret this.” And with a flick of its hand, the entire chamber began to collapse, the walls crumbling and the ground splitting apart beneath them. The abyss roared in fury as the darkness surged forward once more, ready to consume them.

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

Chapter 22 Alina's POV I couldn’t shake the chill that had taken root in my bones after that night of howls and monstrous charges. The events of yesterday—the mysterious markings, the ritual, the formation of cloaked figures, and the ferocious beast that attacked us—had left my mind racing and my heart pounding with a mix of terror and determination. Now, as dawn broke over the eastern forest, I found myself riding alongside Damien and our contingent of warriors toward the northern sanctuary. The air was heavy with anticipation, and every rustle of leaves seemed to whisper secrets of ancient curses and forgotten magic.