Dark Night Golden Dawn Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

As soon as we got to kitchen, he jumped on the island with another black book in his hands. "Light and Darkness work hand in hand because if there is no darkness, there would be no stability. The night needs day and vice versa. However, the warriors of the moon goddess have chosen to clear the darkness. The pendant was made for the final ritual. Each person having a half. However the darkness lives on but accepts anyone that goes to it."

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

Derren thought to himself as the large wound closed up. “What’s wrong? Did you see a gold coin on the ground?” Greta mocked as she walked toward Derren. “The Darkmoon goddess only has one goal, and that is to exterminate the world and all who live on it. I don't know why you guys insist on fighting back; she's the Darkmoon goddess,” Greta said.

She could see the silver mark on his neck turning a bruised, dark purple. “She’s….she’s in trouble,” Killian choked out. “The Archive. Something is down there. Something that shouldn't exist.” The General, seeing Killian weakened, raised his broken spear to strike. But before he could move, the shadows in the room began to crawl up the walls. The lights in the Hall turned black. “What is this?” the General whispered, his voice full of fear. Outside, the sky over the North Academy turned from a fiery red to a deep, unnatural midnight. The very ground began to shake as the “Dark Wolf” started to pull itself out of the earth.