Dark Of Ether Novels & Stories

Dark asked, his voice tight, almost shaking as he held back his emotions. “Clinthon Crown?!” Beth replied in shock, breathing fast as her face turned pale. “What do you know about the CC brand? And even if I answered that, I don’t know what you’re talking about! Take me to Roxane and we’re leaving your house!” she shouted firmly. “NO!” Dark replied coldly and firmly before turning his back on Beth. He walked quickly and entered a room. Beth immediately followed him, but to her shock, the room Dark entered suddenly vanished—as if it had never existed.

Inside were some round cookies with patterns that he liked. Just as Noah was about to pop one into his mouth, I suddenly caught a faint scent of dogwood! That plant was like poison to werewolves. A trace amount of dogwood made the food taste and smell irresistible. A small amount was harmless to adult werewolves, but it was lethal to pups! Even a little was enough to kill! "No! Don't eat it!" I screamed as I snatched the cookie away, but it was too late. Noah had already taken a bite and swallowed it!

But this time, I swore, he would choke on his own arrogance. “Traps,” I murmured, more to myself than to them. “Hidden pits lined with silver stakes. Concealed nets soaked in wolfsbane. Narrow passages that collapse at the right pressure.” Luca’s grin was sharp, wolfish. “Now you are talking.” We began sketching, drawing lines and Xs, planning the kill zones. Every path into the Ether would become a grave. Damon and Leo could split their rogues as they pleased, but the end would be the same: carnage.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

Within the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, upon which rested an orb, pulsing with a ghostly blue light. Ethan drew nearer to the sphere cautiously, feeling the crude power radiating from it. “This... this is it,” he murmured. “The source of the darkness.” Lena stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the orb. “If we destroy it, we might be able to stop whatever’s chasing us.” “Or we could unleash something even worse,” Ethan replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The darkness swirled and coalesced into a monstrous form, a towering figure of shadow and malice with glowing red eyes that locked onto Ethan and Lena.

When Emily opened her eyes she saw everything was dark. A small dirty room, the window is pinned closed and there is only a small source of light through the door cracks. The pungent smell of this room makes her nauseous. She tried to recalled what happened earlier? When she is talking to Ryan she saw someone bumped into her car. She halted and go out of the car to check on that lady if she is fine or not but before she asks anything from that lady someone hits her head which makes her lose her consciousness then she didn't know what happened afterwards. She still tried to recall the person who suddenly jumped in front of her and what happened afterwards but she couldn't remember anything. E

He sounded pissed enough and the last thing I wanted was for him to turn his anger on me. “What’s an Etheredylan?” I mumbled, scrunching my face up in confusion even as he couldn't see me. “Etheredylans are a kind of dark elves. But that’s of no importance right now.” He said dismissively. “I just want her dead.” “Why do you want her dead?” I frowned, looking around me for signs of people who could be listening in on my conversation at the moment. I was at the pack and the last thing I wanted was for anyone to know of the connection between me and Emily's disappearance.

He kept his Phase-Knife raised, moving point down the narrow, claustrophobic corridor. The walls weren't lined with traditional wiring. They were laced with thick, transparent conduits pumping raw, highly volatile purple sub-ether directly from the planetary core. The sickly violet light cast long, shifting shadows across Dax’s scarred face. The ambient temperature was easily over a hundred and twenty degrees, and the air tasted like melting copper. I checked my data-deck, the cracked screen slick with condensation. < TIME TO DETONATION: 02 HOURS, 14 MINUTES. >