Darkest Part By Red Novels & Stories

I felt light headed and the earth began to spin. Darkness clouded my vision and the last thing I saw was the moon up in the sky as red as blood. ***

He's right, the walls are the familiar red colour of the desert. "Can you sense anything?" He pauses, his eyes glazing as he refers back to a part of him that is pure supernatural. I wish I shared that power, although what I have now is more than I can handle. "Hmm. There's magic this way." He nods down the corridor, encouraging me to follow. I do so, hoping this doesn't lead to something terrible. This place has a crushing weight about it that is impossible to describe. It's as if dark secrets permeate the walls, threatening to draw me into them.

Not a single inch. And I dare to say the words that I shouldn’t have uttered. “I think so.” “You think what, Singer?” No. I see those red eyes. And the moment I see him, my entire body just freezes. Blood covers his face. He looks like a demon walking on Earth. Someone who should be dead, but is somehow still alive. It’s over. He lunges. But the moment he does, the darkest shadow covers the front of my vision. I hear the voice that I’d never thought I’d hear again. A flash of brilliant gold, amidst the rippling darkness.

My gaze narrowed as I absorbed the weight of his admission, the gravity of our impending confrontation intensifying. A surge of anger welled within me, fueled by the violation of Fernanda's essence. The clash between light and darkness, symbolized by Draxler's transformed state, mirrored the internal turmoil that roiled within me. The battlefield became a canvas upon which the forces of destiny painted their cruel designs.

The darkness would claim victory. I shut my eyes and reached beyond the stabbing pain in my ribs, beyond the searing heat of the gashes carved into my back. Deeper still, I searched for the very center of my soul, for that tiny, uncorrupted spark neither light nor darkness could touch. This was the part of me that belonged only to us.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

He is not yours to look at. He is danger incarnate. Soren is an enemy. Yet when those silver eyes finally lifted and locked onto mine across the length of the throne room, something inside me cracked open. A dark hunger I had no right to feel. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze down to the marble floor, but the image of him burned behind my eyelids like a brand. Soren Masuda had come home. And I was building walls so carefully around my heart, suddenly but they still felt paper-thin and ready to collapse at the slightest touch.

☆☆☆ (Alex's POV) It is only in our darkest hours that we may discover the true strength of the brilliant light within ourselves that can never, ever, be dimmed." ●●● Darkenes filled the place I was currently in. How did I end up here I thought for a second. I don't understand how things came to this. My eyelids were closed shut. The smell of tablets, injections and all that mediacl clinical filled my nostrils and that's when it sank in. I must be in a hospital.

At a red light, Damian reached over. Took my hand. "Part 1 is done," he said. "Part 2?" "Part 2 is war." END OF CHAPTER 50

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.