Darkness At Noon Synopsis Novels & Stories

Damon nodded at the mid age man, short in height, half bald and with a big belly, he was in formal attire of grey suit. Yang introduced him to the guards and they headed towards the cars. Damon sat inside the car as they headed towards the destination. "How much time is it going to take for us to reach?" He asked, looking out of the window. The weather was eye catching and refreshing. He could feel the beauty of the place. The greenery was definitely calming. Their car crossed the forest as they drove further. "One and a half hours, Mr. Damon" Madhan answered. "The palace resides at the outskirts of Kolkata in a peaceful place, away from the city noise... Mr. Thakur loves it that way..."

I was ready to head on home and then the thought of the note crossed my mind again. I paused, taking the note out of my dress pocket and read it again, ‘MONSOON CREEK’ For all I knew he might kill me. After all he was a creep who watched me bathe last night, tracked me down in some way just to return a brush. There was no guarantee I wasn’t stepping into the lion’s den, and yet…I still found myself drawn to go over. Asher Blackwood was a strange man, a newly enticing figure in this ole boring town. I loved Midnight bay more than anything, but I also loved the mystery attached to the man with the golden eyes.

"Elle, you're about to become the lady of the Gray household. You must watch your tongue and your behavior at all times. Reflect on what you did today." He dragged her down to the basement and shoved her into a room there. Before she could react, the door slammed shut. The door was tightly sealed, shutting out every trace of light. Only then did Noelle realize it was a windowless, pitch-black room. Her breathing sped up in the pure darkness, and her panic surged. She pounded on the door, but no one answered, no matter how she shouted. Terror swallowed her whole. In college, Winona had locked Noelle in a dark room for three days with no sound or light. Time had stretched into a torture that f

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

Haley The scene is changing before me and it’s utter chaos as wolves and witches are fighting for their lives. The ground is littered with dead bodies and the snow is no longer white but red from all the blood that has been spilt. It’s like a scene out of a war movie. “Dark Moon attacked just as dawn approached. The white witches are not as strong when the sun rises and the dark witches took advantage of this. Even though we united the packs we were still no match for Dark Moon. The white witches were out numbered and only one survived.”

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

he hissed. My head whipped around. The alley filled with darkness like it was a liquid. "What the he-," I started. Anton grasped my arm and pulled. The familiar fear I felt earlier gripped my throat. I'd never seen the darkness actually move before. It was coming at me. The soft edges of it blurred out everything as it melted forward. The streetlight above us flickered and buzzed before it shorted out leaving us in complete darkness. "Shit," Anton spat. "Come on." He tugged at my arm.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

He’d directed Danny to aid Jane, to get her out of the play yard to safety. In his mind, he slowed down the replay so that he saw everyone. Jane was slumped over on the stone bench, her head on her book, hair blowing in the wind. She was oblivious to the danger, the demons following their chosen leader – Darkness. Darkness had Elina a distance from the stone bench where Jane lay sleeping. Danny had started to wake Jane, shaking her repeatedly. Amelia aided him. Damonq had turned his attention to Darkness, his ultimate challenge. Out of the corner of his eye, he continued to observe the drama unfolding by the bench.

Dorian teased, his voice dropping as he tilted her chin up. ​"Maybe," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. ​Dorian leaned back in, his eyes locked onto hers. Their lips were just inches apart when the light in the living room vanished, sucked out by a sudden, unnatural dark. ​A blinding flare of shadowy black light erupted in the center of the room. The temperature plummeted instantly, turning their breath to thick plumes of frost. From the center of the dark light, a towering, faceless figure stepped onto the hardwood floor.