Darkness Eternal Oblivion Novels & Stories

After what seemed like hours, Daunator said, “You traveled here through a passage meant for someone else. Blue lights dance for good, for honor, not for sin and greed. But there is another way, one meant for evil. The devils dance from one world to the next, and in that passage, blackness dwells. Entrapment on Earth is fleeting; entrapment beyond our realm, in the never regions, could be eternal.” Once he’d finished his statement, Asteria gave him a moment, not sure he was done. “What does that mean?” she asked once she was certain he would say no more. Daunator did not answer her question, only shook his head. “You are doomed to failure, Holland. The evil creature within you should not be a

"For everything you have done for Bethan." "Sure." Eva nodded, shifting uncomfortably. Pulling away from that burning, uncomfortable touch, Eva glanced once more at Bethan, stunned at the fear that still swam in those chocolate pools before Ethan shut the door. --- It took a while for him to become self aware and once he did, he then became aware of the darkness that swallowed him up. There was something comforting and protective in the darkness, like the protective walls of a mother's womb. Nothing existed in that void. Time didn't exist, neither did sound or light. Even memories were unable to break through the bubble of nothingness.

But the creatures were too numerous, too relentless. One of them reached the Heart, its claws closing around the pulsing orb. The light flickered, dimmed, and went out. Elena screamed as the darkness surged forward, consuming everything. The chamber dissolved into shadow, the light extinguished, and she was dragged into the void. She woke in a cage of shadows, her wrists bound, her body aching. The First Darkness stood before her, its cold eyes fixed on her face. Its form was larger than before, more solid, more real. The Heart of Eternity pulsed in its grasp, its light dimmed but not extinguished, feeding the ancient evil.

Even here, where the lower levels were buried beneath layers of shadow and stone, the threat lingered. A single broken window, a crack in a wall, one cruel beam of sunlight, and I could be reduced to ash. I had enemies who would love nothing more than to test the limits of my immortality. But I wasn’t foolish. I remained below. The underground meeting chambers were cast in obsidian tones, arched ceilings draped in shadow, walls lined with tomes and relics older than most civilisations. A chill hung in the air, a stillness that would make any living soul hesitate to breathe.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It is half detailed map, only pointed the ancestral house without the means of pointing out more the safest path to this location. Yet, Eterfinite doesn't think deeply about it. He don't have an ounce of expression at this point. He stood and look at the endless darkness, as if the end of it lies the hope, the ancestral house his sister mention. It was at this point that the cry of the wind can be heard. Below the steep terrain is the arising dark fog that devour everything in the area. The trees withered, not even the grass is left behind after the dark fog slowly rise to the Mountaintop.

Its eyes shined with pernicious insights as it looked down at them, its voice resounding through the cavern. “You cannot destroy me,” it murmured, its voice filled with scorn. “I am eternal. I am the darkness that consumes all. And now, you will join me.” The abyss came out, its rings of darkness wrapping around Clara, pulling her toward the vortex. She battled, but the darkness was firm, its hold fixing as it attempted to drag her in. “Clara!” Ethan yelled, his light blasting as he attempted to cut through the ringlets. But the abyss was persistent, its power overpowering.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

While Chaos was a pale man with long black hair and eyes like the starry night, they were both tall, six feet tall with statuesque bodies, when he thought of it he was left panting amidst seeing their suits, which barely concealed their muscles. While Nix and Hecate both had cleavage, that spoke. - We can grow together, teach me what it's like not to chase Diana. – Nix and Hecate tried, by his side. - I don't know if I can do that. Nathaniel said. - Let alone two. Nathaniel said. Erebos was the representative of darkness and darkness. Chaos as said, the infinite dark and the primordial dark itself. At that time, Hecate was surrounded by three gods of darkness.

Chapter 19: Echoes of Betrayal The booming voice of the embodiment of darkness echoed through the sun-drenched chamber, its words hanging heavy in the air. "A brave choice," it rasped, its skeletal hand extended towards Evie and Liam. A single touch would seal their fate, binding them to the darkness in a desperate attempt to save Aethel.