Dark Lullaby Novels & Stories

Their eyes gleamed like dull embers. And then, slowly, they began to move — toward her. Rhea stood. Her heartbeat was steady. No fear. Just a knowing. 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.”

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

[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.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

My body is tired and aches because of sitting for such a long time. I look around me and don’t see anything. There is darkness all around me. I had found the door with quite a difficulty. I feel like I have become blind. This darkness has started to creep me out. The never-ending silence is making me insane. I want to hear the voice of someone else. I am sick and tired of this loneliness. This loneliness is eating me from the inside.

A dark light surrounds us, a man whom I don’t know is pulling me away from Harold’s body. “You cannot do that guardian!” he is shouting at me; I wave my hand and gave him a blinding light, he was gone. Is he a Redeemer too? How come I don’t know who he is?