Novel & Cerita Darkness Father

Besides them, there’s Vetino with a single son, as I saw on his folder that my brother showed me when I was learning about the guests. So who’s Dean’s parent? It made no sense. “Ask him, he’ll tell you. Maybe.” I’m sure as hell that Dean would rather die than tell me, it was clear on his face that this is his least favorite subject and most hated one. Xander turned slightly and turned the lamp off, leaving the room in total darkness then laid back on his back. “What are you doing? You always leave it in dim light.” I almost shouted and pulled the cover over my face, leaving only my eyes that were bulging out trying to see anything even my breath quickened, my fear of darkness had and will al

I hugged her even closer, silently praying that everything would end soon. Amidst the noise and tension, I realized something. Dark wasn’t just a cold, ruthless man. Beneath all that anger, he was a father, one who would fight for his family no matter what. His rage was terrifying, yes, but behind it was his promise. His determination to protect us and come back.

Jesus help me. ‘’Don't drag me in this ,kid you are on your own for this one’’, Jesus said in my head. ‘’A glass of water would be nice, maybe if you have cold water, I would like some please. I hope i'm not being rude.’’ ‘’Nope you are totally and absolutely good. A glass of cold water coming right up and anything for you uncle, sorry sir.’’ ‘’Maybe a glass of water just like rowan and also you can call me uncle, if you want, you can call me dad also, we are coming to be relatives soon’’ wait, he said relatives, maybe I heard it wrong.

His voice drops to a whisper, every word laced with venom and cruel amusement. “You’ll finally be reuniting with your father,” he murmurs, the edge of a smile in his voice. “It’s unfortunate you’ll be dying at his hands.” My heart stops. And then— Darkness. No thoughts. No pain. No light. Just endless, suffocating black.

“Yes Alpha.” Seeing that his word had done its job, Darkness continued his walk, he headed straight to his office where Darren waited for him with Xavier. “Look who has decided to grace us with his presence.” Xavier dramatized, running his hand through his blonde hair, he cocked a brow when Darkness didn't reply to him. “Oh come on, you took over an hour to take a human back to her room, she must be on hell of a pussy.” “Your father spoke to me, he wants you and Imaya weeded.” Xavier mouth snapped shut, eyes widened as his already pale face went paler.

Samantha brings me meals throughout the day, offering her support. My brothers visit me and attempt to lift my spirits, but nothing brings me joy. A sense of emptiness lingers in my heart. I long for my father to reach out to me, yet I hesitate to burden him with my emotions. I strive to maintain my composure and stay within my allotted boundaries. The door knocks, and I raise my head to see my father entering my room. I sit up straight, letting out a deep sigh, and wait for him to come closer. "Why are you sitting in darkness?" my father asks. I glance around the room, noticing that the lamps are already on. The room is not in complete darkness, just softly lit to create a calming ambiance.

The metal door to the docking bay groaned as it slid shut, separating me from Bryan, Elle, and the real Logan Frost. I was stuck. The purple ink from the pen had crawled up my arm, anchoring my body to the very walls of the Atlantic Vault. I could feel the electricity of the entire building pulsing in my veins. But I wasn't alone. My father stood before me. He wasn't the kind, tired man I remembered from the lab. His eyes were solid black, no pupils, no white, just two holes of dark ink. He gripped the heavy metal axe so tight his knuckles were white.

He looked at the man who had stolen his childhood, the man who had turned his life into a series of "optimizations." "You were right about one thing, Father," Dark whispered. "Fear is a foundation. But love... love is the roof that keeps the rain out." Dark turned his back on his father—the ultimate act of defiance—and walked toward Iza. They reached the elevator. The doors slid open. Iza pushed her father inside, but as she went to step in, she felt a sudden, sharp tug on her arm. BANG. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the garage like a thunderclap.

Bridget rested her forehead against his chest, heart still racing, the shadow of her father’s suite looming just one door away. The retreat had only just begun.

He is here. "She would be proud of you," he says one night. "You have done what she could not. You broke the cycle of hate and fear." "I did not do it alone." "You led. That is what matters." I close the journal. "Father, I need to ask you something." He looks at me. "Anything." "The Dark Wolf. You said it was a spirit. Ancient. Patient. What does it want?" My father is quiet for a long moment. Then he sets down the journal.