Darkness Quotes Novels & Stories

JOVITA Darkness. Pitch darkness wrapped around me like a blanket, clutching me, ready to drain the life out of me. My eyes could not be accustomed to it; I could see nothing. My eyes dashed around, looking for a source of light and escape, but there was none. There was only darkness. Where is this place? Who is here? What am I doing in this dark place? Those questions rang in my head, but I could not provide the answers myself. The darkness was suffocating me, and I waved my hands in front to make out what was before me, but it was only space, yet I felt a presence.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

It was for me alone. > “We are coming for you… child of the divided dawn.” A shiver wracked my entire body. > “We will not allow the bringer of light to survive.” My heart slammed hard enough to hurt. > “One light cannot hold all darkness.” And then the whisper turned cold. Hungry. > “We will claim what is ours.” The last trace of darkness retreated into the earth, disappearing like ink sinking into water. Silence fell again. Except this time, it was the wrong kind of silence.

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.

"Darkness has become my ally, revealing an unexpected offering: light." I contemplate this idea: "By forcing me to look within and uncover the unbiased truth obscured by confusion, darkness has inadvertently shed light on things I could never have seen otherwise." Instead of remaining awestruck by this newfound understanding, my curiosity grows. What else can my mind reveal while I'm trapped here? What other truths have my preconceived notions hidden from me?

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

She often found herself asking this question, but no one was ever there to give her any answer. She grabbed her head in her hands and took deep breathes. The fading lights of the day peeked through the glass wall. Sun was going down, bidding it's farewell to the world, giving way for the darkness to conqeur once again. Darkness that was scary and hypnotic at the same time. Scary because of the secrets it keeps inside and hypnotic because once you step in you never want to leave, you never wish for the day to come again. Darkness is soothing as it keep everything hidden, even your own wounds from you!

So, I have to walk. As long as I see no light, I will be a wanderer till forever comes. For my sanity, I have to get out of this dreary place. Even though every ounce of my body knows that I am probably dead, I am still not keen on being in this darkness. So I am going in pursuit of some light to chase this darkness away. There is no way I will just sit back and allow this darkness to overwhelm me. I am not keen on being a mentally deranged ghost. I was perfectly sane when I was living. Then why should I allow the darkness to plunge me into insanity?

She leaves me with a line echoing in my head: “We can’t outrun darkness. But we can light up enough space to find our own way.” I stare at the ceiling again. The chessboard is spread. We’ve defended the king—but the game continues.