Novelas y relatos de Dark Pen

She would start there. Escuridade went to the dungeon deep beneath the docks, where sunlight had never reached and time seemed to erode more slowly. Thick sandstone blacks formed the walls, their warm golden colour dulled by centuries of dampness and soot. Moisture seeped through ancient cracks, leaving dark stains that glistened in the wavering light of iron sconces. The air carried the mingled scents of wet stone, rust, old straw and the faint smoke of guttering torches. Escuridade moved through the dungeon without haste. He robes were a dark as a moonless night, their heavy fabric swallowing the firelight rather than reflecting it. The hem whispered across the uneven stone floor, stirring

He slammed the final 'Enter' key. The room went completely, terrifyingly dark. The quiet hum of the Core, the soft whir of the environmental systems, even the distant rumbles of the city powerlines seemed to vanish into a vacuum. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the raw echo of his own pulse pounding in his skull. Then, a single emergency battery light, struggling under the strain, flickered once more, casting a deep, absolute shadow that made the walls of the penthouse shiver with ghostly depth.

Not because of the walkers. I looked at Liam. He was already looking at Blake. Crimson noticed. Of course he did. He stepped between them. “This is going to be fun,” Crimson murmured. “No,” I muttered. “It really isn’t.” ~ That night, I sat outside the classroom sharpening my knife badly. Crimson had shown me how. I was apparently doing it wrong. Again. “Angle.” I looked up. Blake stood nearby. “What?” “The blade.” He crouched. “You’re holding it too flat.”

Their faces look like big blurry shapes in my eyes, and the thumping drums sound like they are miles away inside my head. The master of the hall slides open a thick oak door at the back of the stone corridor, pushing Seraphina and me into a private elder's room. A heavy cherry-wood table sits in the center with two clean horns and a jar of strong fire-mead. At the far end of the table sits Harvey Dunkel. His black leather tunic tightly hugs his massive alpha shoulders, tapering down to his thick belt. His dark mahogany fur-hair is slicked back flat against his skull, showing a wide forehead with a deep scar across the bone. His eyes are a pale, cold amber with heavy eyelids—they look nothing

The battery-powered ambient strips along the wall turned black. Total. Absolute. Pitch-black darkness. It wasn't the kind of dark where your eyes adjust after a few seconds. It was subterranean darkness dense, suffocating, and absolute. Forty feet beneath the surface, sealed in a vault of solid bedrock, sight was entirely erased. "EMP," Jarrah hissed out in the dark.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

People feared the unknown, hence 'The Deep' was one of the most feared forbidden areas in all of Zandor. Unlike the Forest of Gloom, The Deep wasn't located on flat land, but was actually a valley. If one stood on a higher ground, they could easily identify this death trap. This valley was completely desolate, and no matter how brightly the sun shone, its luminous rays could never penetrate the darkness that coated the valley. Like a blanket, this darkness prevented any light from getting through. Even rain was no exception to this exile. Seeing a figure seated in this dark land would have terrified anyone, for how could someone survive in this place?

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi. Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green. The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons. The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here?

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak