Dark Of Ether Novels & Stories

My vision glowed, my reflection burning back at me in glass somewhere, eyes lit with a wolf-light I couldn’t deny. “Lessie,” Ethan’s voice pleaded desperately. My lips parted. My voice was barely a whisper, carried on the edge of a breath. “Death… is coming.” And then, darkness claimed me.

Ethan’s voice turned lethal. “Over my dead body.” The girl opened her eyes. Looked at him. And for a second— something real passed between them. Not code. Not logic. Choice. “I know.” The hatch cracked again— this time violently. A piece of metal tore inward— and the darkness surged through. Not exploding. Not attacking. Flowing. Controlled. Precise. Like it knew exactly how much space it needed. Ethan fired. Three shots. Direct. Perfect aim. The bullets entered the darkness—

Now, I personally have had enough of hearing this word The Darkness; I am not leaving this car until one of these boys tell me what it is, "Okay, I have had fairly enough of being told that The Darkness, this great Evil has possessed my brother. Now can one of you clowns tell me what it is?" "First of all," Ethan starts, "Just because you called me a clown, I will shoot you and your brother. And second, I don't think you want to know." "Believe me, my friend, I do want to know. If it comes to me having to kill my own blood, I want to know why. Now, do you know what this is, or are you just as useless as that Wizard?"

1913, Revington Manor, London, England The image of that certain dandelion still haunts me to this very day. It has been four days ever since that night happened. My mind has been occupied by Gavin for the rest of week and every time his face appears on my mind, my heart can not control itself. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself as I returned to the pile of contracts and papers I had to sign. I have far more important tasks to finish today and I can not be bothered by a person whom I no longer have any contact with.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

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.

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.

I paused, looking to see if Ethan was following. At this point, I was already pacing up and down the room while still narrating my dream to Ethan "What was left on earth was just a few species who had decided to give their life to this dark being and to serve this dark being till eternity" I stopped. "O my goddess Lena" Ethan exclaimed "Did no one arise to stop this dark being in the dream" he asked "There was no one," I said I didn't realise this at first but now that Ethan had brought it to my knowledge it made me wonder,

"Exsisto corpus umbrae, effundo iram tuam, exsurge, Alexander!" The air was suffocating, and my insides were burning up. Her voice was like a blade, slicing through reality. A dark whirlwind surged from the ground, wrapping around Ethan’s body like a thousand writhing serpents of smoke. “Ethan!” I screamed, my hands trembling as I held his face, but he convulsed violently in my grasp. His body arched, his mouth parted in a silent scream, and his eyes rolled back as shadows burst from his chest.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.