Darkest Hours Novels & Stories

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

No sight of any way out or chance for surviving, and then I remembered my mom's last words to me. "At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon. His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you"

he asked looking at me with a teasing smile plastered on his face and I can't help but smile while looking at him. "I'm willing to commit," I seriously uttered. "Damn man you are whipped," he said then continued mixing the drinks. I stayed at the bar for an hour before I decided to leave. At exactly 9:00 PM I arrived at Solana's unit. Solana gave me her code so I didn't bother to disturb her if she is sleeping or doing something. When I stepped inside her unit I thought she is already asleep but I saw her in the living room watching a movie.

He couldn't fathom how Howard could remain indifferent to the Dark King's reign of terror, mercilessly taking lives on the streets. Desperate for a semblance of alertness, he fetched a coffee from the machine; the digital clock glaring back at him—01:13 AM—reminding him of the need for caffeine to sustain his weary mind. He was wearing clothes that hadn't been laundered for a few days, wondering if the perfume could still mask the smell. He was tired and meanwhile, the Dark King continued his ruthless spree, claiming innocent lives every five minutes in a macabre dance of death.

My muscles feel so relaxed now. It's almost 6 p.m. right now. After the therapist finally finished, I go into my room to change clothes, but the lights go off. "Shit, it's so dark. Dominic??" I call him from our room. One, twice, still nothing. The electricity shuts down. Even I can't turn the light on, and I don't know where the flashlight is. Oh. I forget I have a flashlight in my phone, though. Just when I unlock my phone, I feel a rough hand close my eyes.

The Darkness called out from its blockade beyond the hills where I sat south. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The Darkness's voice echoed a constant, insidious whisper in my mind. It promised relief, an end to the torment. But I knew better. I had seen the horrors it could unleash, the twisted, broken souls it left in its wake. I had to ignore the Darkness for another twelve hours before the ritual was over as that was how long the first one was, and the Darkness had lost. I had to do this for my twins and to ruin some version of the Cult's plan to kill them and change the realm.

I gulp down the rest of my wine trying to rid my freak out. "I can do this. I can do this." I repeat under my breath over and over again. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of confusion and despair! My head is just above water but I'm slowly sinking! I watch as the clock ticks closer to 6pm, the time my mates are due. I just sit there in silence, my eyes darting from the clock to the darkening sky out of the window.

Cassien led me through corridors that seemed to stretch on forever, his hand warm and solid in mine as we navigated the maze of the Black Rose base. The walls were concrete, painted a dark grey that made everything feel cold and industrial, with overhead lights casting harsh shadows that cut across the floor in sharp lines. We passed doors that were closed, some with small windows that showed nothing but darkness beyond, and I wondered what happened behind them.

There was no way back. Countdown to Global Strike The emergency terminal blazed, displaying the global launch timer: 00:51:15... Just over fifty-one hours... until total destruction. March into Darkness Damien’s dark eyes burned, cold and focused, as he led the charge, sidearm raised, breathing sharp. "We end this... now." Rook staggered behind, weakened but unrelenting, weapon ready, silent but watching. Vanessa secured her rifle, expression sharp, deadly as ever. "Keep moving... or we don’t leave," she snapped.

Mayfair at midnight was a different kind of darkness. The rain slicked the cobblestone streets, reflecting the neon lights that buzzed in muted hues. The rich of London wore their secrets like silk, their chauffeurs waiting patiently, velvet ropes swaying in the drizzle, shadows moving with purpose. Inside the members-only lounge, the atmosphere was thick with secrecy: polished mahogany, crystal decanters, and low, expensive laughter. The walls had seen more than enough—deals, sins, confessions too dangerous to utter aloud.