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"There are many runes, Willow. It's intricately designed on his back. It must have been very painful when doing that. I have never seen the likes of it. Frankly, I have to study more to understand. But I'm afraid this is out of my knowledge" "What do you mean out of your knowledge?" Willow voiced loudly. "This is too big for me. It looks like dark art" Willow sucked her breath. "Dark art?" "Yes. And you know I'm not versed in that" "There must be something," Willow groaned, her frustration mounting. She could feel her temper rising due to the helplessness she is feeling. Reagan's voice came from far away. "Give me that" "Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is"

I can’t fight against this. “Lights off,” I murmured. The nightlight function on my clothes immediately switches off. The moment Kuroyuki realizes, she quickly turns off her nightlight function too. “…lights off.” With both of the only light sources cut off, we were enveloped by darkness, pitch black. It takes some time for the eyes to get used to the dark, so this moment of time where we can’t rely on our eyes is crucial. There are about around 10 minutes of darkness, but I will assume her eyes are just as good as mine. So I will cut this down to 4 minutes.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

The garden was unrecognizable beneath the silvery gaze of the full Hunter’s Moon. Once vibrant flowers now drooped and curled as though wilting under the weight of Erika’s apprehension. Clouds rolled sluggishly across the sky, dimming the moonlight. Rows of darkly clad Lycans gathered, their golden eyes gleaming like embers in the shadows. The air was thick with expectation, and Erika’s skin prickled with an uneasy awareness of every gaze trained on her.

Sebastian was breathing heavily, eyes wide on me. "I need it all!" Scarlet pushed through, demanding I pull every piece of darkness within him. It was intoxicating, supercharging every cell in my body with something beyond our world. "I need... mmmm... I need all of you Sebastian." My eyes set on his, watching him struggle under my touch. His darkness was pouring into me, my light burning it away.

nothing. Darkness consumed me.

Darkness was a huge part of that. If Damonq could discredit him and cause doubt among his followers, it would be all to the good. Amelia’s body convulsed again, this time a long, violent seizure. The bursts of electricity aided Damonq in finding Darkness’s sliver as it skittered up the brain, looking to slither into the bloodstream. He pinned it down with a concentrated flow of white-hot light, refusing to allow it to get away. Another section incinerated and dropped off, turning to ash. Darkness howled with pain and rage.

He's tall, more like Ranka who’s 6’2 in height. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. There's an urgent matter that in need of my assistance earlier." "It's okay," Jonas said. "We've just arrived." It's intriguing! How come a good-looking guy such as him can be a dangerous person? But then again, one must not judge a person by their appearance. She remembers Annabel the doll, it looks cute but was made in to a vessel by some evil spirit. Mister Dankworth sat beside Jonas and across Ariz.