Dark Morning By Aisle Landon Novels & Stories

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.

I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark. Sun rays warmed my face and I groaned. I turned multiple times and I realized I wasn't in my bed because I would be on the floor after the second turn. I stretched and a large strong hand wrapped around my waist. The hand pulled me and my back hit his hard chest. I was confused for a minute then everything that happened the night before came rushing to my head and I groaned.

The wind blows mildly, bearing the scent of half winter half spring night. Sounds of rustling leaves mixed in a bit with the blowing wind making a melody of stillness and peace, kind like a lullaby. She looks up the evening sky and shivered at the coldness of the night. The sky was a bit unclear, stars are merely visible due to fogginess and she could only see a faint glow of yellow light underneath the cloud that covers moon. Her eyes shifted on her surroundings. It was dark. There were lamps but neither of them generates light. Tombs are neatly aligned on both sides. Some have withered flowers and unlighted candles, while most of them have none.

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

— Octsiam? I could see him leading me inside. The place seemed too dark to see anything in front of me. When the door closed, the path was illuminated in fluorescent blue. I looked at the ceiling, blue stones resembling bright stars in the dark sky. I couldn't help but smile; it was incredibly beautiful. Not only that, but I looked at Logan, his eyes were captivating, a mix of red and blue that made them slightly purple. It reminded me of the day our minds connected; his eyes were even more purple then, but I didn't remember his eyes ever being that color before.

We walked out into the dawn light, the sky turning blood-orange over the city. Another lead. Another head on the list. But nothing would matter… Until she woke up. --- ** Amelia's POV** The darkness cracked. This time, it opened with a gasp. Soft golden light streaming through gauze curtains startled my eyes has it fluttered open. The air had lavender and something hot. I looked up at the soaring ceiling. Then I saw him. Nico. Asleep in a seat close to me, slumped ahead, stubble covering his chin, fingers still clenched around mine as though he never plan on letting go.

"Do you think everyone is as filthy as you?" "Watch your mouth!" he snapped back, his voice rising. The fragile warmth of the evening shattered instantly. Ryan burst into tears. "Mommy, Daddy, please don't fight!" Breathing hard, Lucian waved a hand. "Forget it. We're going to Feanland with Chloe tomorrow. We'll talk when I get back. But remember, don't get involved in any research with Jacob, or you're not coming back here." The dinner ended in tense silence. When I returned to my apartment, I saw a text from Jacob. "The flight's at 8:00 am tomorrow. Shall we go together?"

The gray morning light felt like an accusation. It came in through the high narrow windows of the warehouse in thin, colorless strips, landing across the mattresses without warmth or apology. Just light doing what light does… revealing everything that the dark had been kind enough to leave alone. Aria woke first. She always woke first. It was a habit built from two years of sleeping lightly, of being the only person responsible for everything, of never quite trusting that the world would not rearrange itself the moment she closed her eyes long enough to miss it.

Pale moonlight spilled across the dark wooden floorboards, casting long, dramatic shadows against the walls. Alice stood completely naked by the large glass window, staring out into the endless black horizon where the sea met the sky. Her slender body was perfectly silhouetted against the bright night sky, her skin glowing softly in the lunar light. The world outside was cold and wild, but inside, the air was thick with tension and heat. She heard the soft, heavy thud of footsteps on the floor behind her, but she did not turn around. She already knew exactly who it was.

I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- I wake up. The room is dark. Damon is asleep next to me. His hand is on my stomach. His face is soft. I watch him breathe. I think about the trip. The diner. The motel. The rain. The lake. The water. The cold. The stars. I think about the road. The way it went on and on and on. The way we did not know where we were going. The way we went anyway.