Darkest Hours Novels & Stories

Dark stood few meters, away from Erimense dead body. He was grinning. "Rest in hell brother,and your soul a slave to the Dark lord forever" He said. Zoire stood, sobbing silently to herself.She couldn't believe she could stop the fight. What could she do,she wasn't ready to punish her son.But she will would find a way of dealing with him. Erimense lay,his own his own pool of blood.He looked motionless. A black bird came and stood on the branches,and let out a shrill, that it send fear into her spine,and it was the same for Darl.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

Seeing the date it's from yesterday and a few hours after we have left on the airplane to Zarya kingdom. He is fastfording a bit on the film when two trucks arrive at the gate and my men open for them. I know they are here to deliver the usual orders to the warehouse on my property. The drivers get out of the trucks and start to unload the first one before they leave the doors open and get over to the other truck. We see them unload the trucks when a person in a black oversized hoodie comes around the corner. We don't see the face but there is no question about who it is!

then everything went dark. Ladies and Gentlemen, the award of the most worst night ever goes to tonight, August 20th, 2020. I stare at the dark ceiling, I've actually given up on Life, these flashbacks are prove that there's no hope for me, and definitely no help coming, not that I need it though. ~.~

“We’ll know. But I don’t think it will wait for dawn.” They stand in silence as the last light dies, watching as the world below grows sharper, smaller, more dangerous in the blue hour. A cold wind slips through the stones as darkness deepens outside. In the hall, survivors huddle around the last of the fire’s glow, shadows long and faces lined with exhaustion and haunted hope.

“Together?” “Always together.” We ran into the darkness. Chasing a fragment that was choosing nothing. Chasing our last chance. Chasing hope that was slipping away. And praying we could catch it before it was too late. Before it was reported. Before the First Dark erased everything. One year was not enough. One week was not enough. We needed more time. More chances. More moments to prove existence were worthwhile. But time was up. Chances were gone. Moments were over. And everything depended on catching one small piece of darkness before it chose to end the world.

The infrared sensor on the glass doors blinked red. She had exactly ninety seconds of "blind spot" every ten minutes. It wasn't much, but for a woman who had spent the last three years studying the intricacies of constitutional law and the loopholes of the elite, it was an eternity. Dark had gone to an emergency board meeting. A hostile takeover attempt on one of his shipping subsidiaries had pulled him away at 1:00 AM, leaving him frustrated and lethal. He had kissed her forehead before leaving—a gesture so domestic it had made Iza’s skin crawl with guilt—and reminded her that Hatcher was outside the main door.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.