Dark Lullaby Novels & Stories

I can hear Felix’s voice drifting through the night as he sings out the lyrics as familiar as my own name: Just one second, A beautiful moment I’m falling fast, I can't forget Over and over, your story's rewritten Unbreakable chain, my déjà vu. Love through the darkness Mirrors on mirrors I’ve been waiting all this time Fire becomes ashes A new star is born In this starlight Say you’ll be mine. The eerie, muted words are a whisper in the dark, barely discernable. Where is it coming from? It can’t be my ringtone. Surely not.

It was very dark outside as if the ink. 'People don't have to be happy... People can't choose to be happy... It is so dark that as if tomorrow won't come... It doesn't matter whether tomorrow will come or not... I'll quietly watch the time pass by... The tears are still hot, while the tear tracks are cold...' Sherman hugged her knees and curled up there. She wiped her tears with one hand and stroked her flat stomach gently with the other hand, "Baby, Mommy wants to sing you a lullaby..."

Lulling me to sleep. And that sweet dream lay in darkness.

Till I let go… Then darkness.

As the wolves crept closer, she whispered softly — a voice trembling with memory and power: > “When crimson rains and moonlight dies, The Dark shall walk where silence lies. The Child of Dusk shall choose the path, Between the Sun’s love and the Dark One’s wrath. But death must come to light once sworn, Before the God of Dreams is born.” The ground shuddered. A low growl rolled through the forest — deep, ancient, alive. The wolves froze mid-step. Whining, backing away, they turned and vanished into the fog. Rhea’s eyes widened as the growl grew louder, vibrating through her bones. It came from behind her. She turned — slowly. Beyond the edge of the mist, the ground split open. A shadow began

Plunging us into total darkness. ******************************************

[The Whisper in the Dark] The darkness was not merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, pressing against Ivy’s eyes and filling her throat with the taste of ancient dust and sea salt. The heavy grinding of the stone wall sealing shut had echoed like the closing of a tomb, severing the last thread connecting her to the world above. Now, there was only the damp cold of the cellar, the rhythmic crashing of the Atlantic against the cliffs outside, and the ragged, wet breathing of the woman who wanted to kill her.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

You will be nothing but fodder for those stronger and better than you. There was something both soothing and incongruous about hearing the lullaby at the same time as the jarring, ugly voice of Darkness’s taunting. Damonq didn’t bother responding to his threats. The monster had no idea what they planned, and he wasn’t about to tip him off.

Luna listened intently, cherishing these moments with her father. ---------------------------- At exactly two in the morning, his eyes snapped open. No sound had woken him, no nightmare haunted his mind—just the same, suffocating weight pressing against his chest. It happened every night. Deep sleep, then sudden awareness, like his body refused to let him rest. With a slow breath, he sat up, running a hand over his face before reaching for the small bottle on his nightstand. He held it between his fingers, debating whether to take the pill or fight through the exhaustion.