Darkness Rises Characters Novels & Stories

The standoff continued, a tense dance between light and darkness. Suddenly, the ground trembled. A monstrous figure, radiating an aura of despair, emerged from the shadows. It was the King of Shadows, its form a grotesque amalgamation of all the whispers they had ever encountered. "You trespass on my domain," it boomed, its voice a chilling symphony of despair and malice. "Release your pathetic attempts at resistance and join the glorious darkness!" Kai and Maya, their celestial fragments resonating with a brilliant light, stood firm. Anya, undeterred by the entity's power, stepped further into the cavern, her eyes fixed on Kairos.

They lose themselves to each other for a long few moments, burying their grief, their worries about family, their anxieties about war in their mutual happiness which right now feels strong enough to sweep through the entire world and make everything right. Which is why neither of them notice as the room slowly fills with smoke. Smoke, or shadow, that seeps in like a rage, pulsing and growing and flickering with a horrible blue light. And at the center of it all a very small form made of darkness itself, her breath heaving in her chest. Mittens gives a horrible little mew of fear just a moment before the darkness moves. “Mine,” the darkness snarls, storming forward, reaching out a claw-tipped

I don't know how many times he drew orgasms from me because it made me so exhausted that I was slumping in and out of the darkness. He hauled my body up as his rock hard body slammed against my back with the roughness. I gave up when he emptied himself inside me with the curse and pulled out, letting me fall on the bed like a lifeless doll. I thought it was over from tonight but he turned me around and hovered over me. My tired eyes fluttered open but it's hard to see him in the dark. He always comes in the darkness. My nightmare, Rafael Delgado!

And with that vow—Shadow and Flame, one—we stepped into the darkness. Into the Cradle’s true heart. Into whatever lay beyond. Because the Queen had risen. And her Shadow would never let her fall. The darkness closed around us like a living thing—thick, viscous, pressing on every nerve. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was hold Clara’s hand as her flame flickered uncertainly in the pitch-black. “Ryker?” Her voice wavered, but her grip never faltered.

She was stronger than that. Her eyes narrowed, her will hardening. She would master this power—even if it meant destroying everything in her path --- Rising Shadows The Shadow Moon Pack was slipping deeper into darkness. Lila’s power spread like poison, her grip growing stronger, her cruelty tightening around every throat. Her enemies were falling, and her rule was becoming absolute. But far away, a light was rising. Ella’s strength was growing. Her spirit burned brighter each day. And beside her stood Damian, watching over her with fierce loyalty and quiet strength.

He looks huge, so huge that my eyes can't fit his frame at one glance. The sharpness in his eyes and on face makes me feel vulnerable. How do I fight against this monster now? He will crush me under his feet like a grass. My eyes darted towards my hand which he is still holding in his firm hold. It was threatening and challenging. When he let it go, then I realised that I lost the support and the dotted darkness took over. I felt my body giving up and falling backwards in numbness. I heard gasps but then strong arms held me up and firm, saved me from falling.

It was the first girl we saw, the brown-haired one where her picture was taken in a field. The girl let out a silent tear, her tiny, shaken hands around his arm as she tried to free herself. “Him? Her? Or me?” Dominic questioned, his gun pointing directly to his head. The room was completely empty, the only thing there was the tiny lamp on the ceiling that barely illuminated itself There were no windows, no sign of the outside life. Not even a single ray of the sun. It was completely dark and cold that goosebumps started to form on my skin.

The scent of paper and cedar cologne seeped through every corner like a slow poison - calm, domineering and ruthless. The project team sat in their seats, hands trembling with cold sweat dripping down their backs. They each bit their lips, heads deeply bowed - not daring to peek a sight of the man before them. Matthew picked another file, flipping through the first five pages with pure disinterest. After a while, his lips twisted in a low sneer, his long fingers reaching for a gold rimmed lighter. He flipped open the cap, and with one flick, he watched countless, sleepless nights turn to nothing but ash and fumes.

The elder hesitates only a moment before lifting the sword higher, the signal. The signal for the gods to bear witness. The signal for the end. But before the blade can swing… The world darkens. Not gradually. Not like a passing cloud over the moon. Instantly. Light extinguishes. Sunlight vanishes. Gasps fill the square. A cold wind sweeps across the platform, sharp enough to sting. Killian reaches for me, pulling me close. “Stay behind me.” My heart slams against my ribs. “This isn’t normal darkness…” “No,” he agrees harshly. “It isn’t.”

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.