Darkness Reaction Novels & Stories

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

Darkness didn't fall gradually or fade with warning. It took the room violent, complete seizure of every photon. Not a gentle fade into dimness. Not a flicker of dying emergency systems. A complete, suffocating absence like the facility itself had closed its eyes and stopped caring whether we could see. For half a second maybe less, time becoming difficult to measure, No one moved. Because this kind of dark wasn't normal power failure or standard blackout. It wasn't just lack of light that eyes could eventually adjust to.

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.

"But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." ― Joseph Conrad, ~ Darkness. It could be Wickedness or evil, or Unhappiness or gloom, or the basic meaning, the partial or total absence of light (Dictionary).

But in worlds were cold dominates, a natural restriction is placed on fire resistance, and user has to show caution when activating this technique. The Dark Times (Mastery Level of Proficiency): Dark Times is like True Flames. This Breath increases the power of Darkness attributed skills by reducing their cooldown periods and increasing their length of activation. Currently The Dark Times also allows the user to activate a darkness domain, which multiplies the darkness abilities of the user by threefold! This domain also allows the user to shape and manipulate darkness anyhow he sees fit. The domain covers a region of 100 meters. Cooldown: 20 seconds Drawback: Be careful therefore, that you

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

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 man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

It had gone well, but Melody was still such a wild array of emotions, so much darkness in her heart. On the plane ride home, Melody had the strangest dream. It wasn't anything she recognised, it moved her emotionally in a way she had never experienced in a dream. It was as though light itself was fighting to stay bright as a liquid darkness tried to touch and drag under anything it could touch. Melody felt bad for the tiny dancing threads of light, watching as more and more were snuffed out and her dream became darker and darker. The liquid darkness was almost seductive looking, like it would be warm and peaceful inside the thick liquid if you let it wash over you.