Darkness Mal Novels & Stories

why this happens to me only. I was now scared like hell....I switched on light and went to lift but it was not working...then I took stairs... But at the lower floor ...there were no lights. It was pitch dark. Now I actually got scared....and tears were escaping from my eyes... I have huge phobia of darkness. I can't go there...I am scared... So I went back to the cabin...and called the watchman...but he was not picking up phone...why? Please pick the phone...no one was answering... why?

Zoire said. Erimense took a deep breath,he was feeling uneasy with the story he just heard. "Mother,are you saying that the ages of darkness will come again?". He asked. Zoire nods her head. "Yes Erimense,but nobody knows how close it is already". She said,as she walked out of the sanctuary. Erimense took a step closer,to touch the paintings on the wall.Fear shuddered down his spine.Somehow,the more he looked at the picture,the more fear gripped his bones.

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

Angela asked. “Oh, I didn't create the darkness; it was a result of the dark energy that possessed me after the death of Darwin. The darkness strips away all good from whoever steps into it and slowly drains or rewrites your memories. You guys probably weren't affected because your magic was stronger than it,” Daniella explained. “Yeah, I quickly figured out that something was wrong with the memory the darkness was showing us. It felt so real; it felt like that woman was really my mother, and all of that really happened,” Marie said softly, staring at the ground.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

Malakai drove with a cold, focused precision, his eyes scanning the pitch-black alleyways for any sign of the Council's recovery. The black Mustang growled through the darkened streets of London like a prehistoric beast in a world that had forgotten how to breathe. Without the hum of neon signs or the rhythmic blink of traffic lights, the city felt ancient, a skeletal remains of stone and shadow. But for now, the EMP had bought Malakai absolute invisibility.

Else. Something. Darker.

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

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.