Romans & histoires Darker Than Black November 11

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

I would usually take three days to prepare to say just three words. “No, actually . . .” “Nonsense. Come on.” “Mother fucker,” I whispered under my breath. After downing his shot, Rob lead me up to the brightly lit stage in front and I made a mental note to add Rob to my Black List. The List contained the names of people that I would do business with only through a proxy, otherwise it might end with me in an orange jumpsuit scratching out tally marks on the walls of a dingy shithole.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start

If one of us falls, the other doesn’t surrender. She answered in kind. If one of us falls, the other makes it mean something. He didn’t argue. There was nothing left to say. --- Dawn bled slowly across the eastern sky, turning the snow outside Blackthorn’s walls from blue‑black to steel‑grey. The courtyard seethed with motion. Wolves in armor moved into formation, banners snapping in the cold wind—Blackthorn’s black and silver, Stormfall’s deep blue, Ashridge’s stark white on stone grey The clang of metal, the snort of horses, the muted thud of boots, packed the air.

She smirked at me from across the room. She’s planning something. Mr. Blackwood stepped onto the stage. “Tonight, we celebrate legacy,” he announced proudly. “My wife, my sons… and my precious jewel.” Marlene stiffened. “To strengthen this legacy, the Blackwoods and Al Khaleds will unite through the marriage of their children — Marlene Blackwood and Raheem Al Khaled.” Applause erupted. I froze. Marlene couldn’t even breathe. Raheem was gay — I knew it. I had proof. I just never needed it… until now.

I was in the arms of my lover as he swayed me across the dance floor. “You look pretty tonight.” He's been wowed by my outfit today but why would he while he looked like a snack himself? The men were wearing black pants with red ties and white cropped shirts that made Bangizwe complain along with some suspenders to hold up the pants. “You look like a snack.” He does. I feel like devouring him. Did I mention the black vintage hats they were wearing? Hats looks good on his head.

"By the way, how did you know that you shouldn't wear black today?" He just rolled his eyes and started walking away. She shook her head at his behaviour. "The invitation for Tara Di's wedding is kept on your desk... Check and plan your things accordingly." Damon just gave her thumbs up as he disappeared behind the door. "Khadus" (Rude) She scowled. Her heart was pounding when she thought of going to her family. She has no idea how things will be this time.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t