Dark Of Ether Novels & Stories

When Anubis was done, he still held its neck in his mouth but its head and face hung limply to the side now, its body unmoving and ripped, chunks of fur and blood splattered about everywhere. Anubis let go of it and its head slumped to the floor, tongue dangling out of its bloody mouth. It was still breathing. Even in its final moments, Georgia heard its last howl echoing through her mind. It sent it outward psychically and it echoed through her mind like a sharp knife. It was excruciatingly loud. Anubis and Hayden heard it too but neither could decipher its alien melody. Only Georgia and her wolf knew what it meant. With its last howl sounded, the werewolf’s eyes stared vacantly outwards as

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

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

A pressurized feeling propels on his back which forces his muscles to tighten. The force alone is something that he can handle but what happens next has a look of a dead man crossing his features. Butcher’s ribcage propels out of his body, armor and all shattering like glass. His eyes widen once he sees his own body part fling from his flesh like he is nothing more then the hounds he crafted from for battle. That helmet comes off of him, blood spoils everything else that is connected to him but he collapses down on his knees. For some reason, he is still alive still breathing but the pain is unimaginable. Both of his hands slide down onto the dark surface but as he touches this unknown found

Every night, in the quiet after the work was done, it caught up. He was still looking for answers. Every commission, every archive session at hours when the palace slept, every conversation with Mara that migrated from governance to something older and more specific, it was the same question in different registers. How do you return a soul that the Aether has consumed? The research said impossible. The research had also said a human body could not sustain a full open-channel draw. Vaelor had filed impossible under requires more data and kept looking. The chanting started in the Vyrkath section and moved outward through the hall like a wave, organic and unstoppable, the deep resonance of it f

It floated down into Cole and Lila’s hands, its light merging with their own. “The Eternal Key,” Aether said, his voice filled with awe. “It connects all worlds. It maintains the balance between life and death. It is eternal.” Cole and Lila held the Eternal Key, looking at all the worlds through the golden door. They had saved them all. They had brought peace to all of them. But then, they saw something that made their blood run cold. In the distance, beyond all the worlds, there was darkness. A darkness so deep, so cold, it seemed to absorb the light. And from that darkness, a door was opening—a door made of dark energy, larger than the golden door.