Novel & Cerita Darkness Comprehended It Not

And in that silent stare across distance and darkness… I understood something with terrifying clarity: This wasn’t over. Not even close.

It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins. And now, it was all she had. Ethan and Sophia had left her in that room, fear and uncertainty clouding their expressions. They loved her, but they didn’t understand. No one did. How could they? How could anyone truly comprehend the torment she felt? The darkness was inside her, crawling through her thoughts, tugging at her heart, urging her to give in. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop herself.

“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.

It showed the effort, the short, heavy display of his actual might when he pushed. And then, just as fast, the darkness returned, leaving no trace, no remaining sign of the light. He’s reaching for something, I thought, the understanding horribly obvious.

I didn’t even get to fix the fuel rotation. Darkness. — Then— something else.

Not yet. While my mind tried to comprehend what was going on with what little rational ability it had left, the darkness closed in completely. I had never felt this powerless in my whole life. A last thought tried to form, but couldn't quite make it before everything disappeared.

“This is what it wants. The Incorruptible Heart will be broken, her love lost, her resolve broken, she will be weak. Once this is done it will rise and claim the world as its own.” “What the hell is this thing?” she whispered. “Hell?” the man queried. “The Darkness isn’t defined by human beings, or the many faiths of this planet. It simply is. And anything that has happened right up to the point where you leapt from the boat and into its embrace is due to its designs on you, and what you represent.” Before Beatrice could question him, an image danced before her eyes, she was back on the boat, charging down Emily, the recollection made her voice hitch with horror. Then she was back there, liv

I’m not done with you yet. One. Darkness. But not death. Not yet. Not ever, if I had anything to say about it.

But instead. Darkness consumes me whole.

Because now— I wasn’t just hiding from the dark. I understood it. And the dark was listening back.