Darkness Rises Characters Novels & Stories

The night was near absolute darkness as Erika crept along the outer perimeter of the Citadel. Every step was measured and silent, her heartbeat the only sound in the void. The Citadel—an imposing fortress of cold stone and iron—loomed ahead, its high walls nearly blending with the starless sky. She clutched her dagger tightly, her senses heightened not just by adrenaline but by a deep, unyielding resolve.

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.

Everyone except me. She stood there with her two followers, Tara and Celine. They were beautiful and cruel, like poisonous flowers. “I can’t wait,” Lissa said with a fake sad voice, “for what’s about to be the worst day of your sad little life.” Tara gasped like she was shocked. “Oh my Goddess, do you think she actually believes he’ll want her? That some poor guy will be stuck with her as his mate?” “Please,” Celine laughed. “He probably doesn’t even know she exists. Who would notice a ghost?”

A beam of light pierced through, dispelling the darkness and revealing the true form of the chamber. Alex stood across the room, freed from his own battle with the shadows. He rushed towards me, and we embraced, our combined energies fusing and radiating outwards. But as the darkness receded, the floor beneath us began to crumble, and the abyss beckoned once more. Before we could react, the ground gave way, and we began to fall into the void. As the world around us faded to black, the only thing I could see was Alex's eyes, filled with determination and hope.

"I just feel like trusting you... And I know Tyson too, he is a trouble" Mira closed her eyes, feeling his eyes on her. "Can you keep the light dim? I don't like darkness." Damon switched on the dim lights and watched her falling asleep. Her face looked peaceful and serene. He smiled and pushed away all the pillows while pulling her closer. He knows she doesn't wake up once she is asleep. It was also the realisation for him that she doesn't have insomnia like Durga suggested, she only gets panic attacks whenever she feels threatened.

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

My entire being was trembling. Stella... Chase... My eyes welled up with tears. The sand beneath my palms provided secure footing. Dark magic has risen. Dark magic has risen. Dark magic has risen.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

And his heart nearly stopped. At the far end of the village— Another child stood up. One who had just collapsed. Eyes black. Veins dark. Smiling. Then another. And another. Not dead. Changed. Marked. Walking. Slow. Calm. Like sleepwalkers. Like recruits. The Darkness wasn’t choosing one successor anymore. It was building many. Sipho staggered back. “That’s not possible,” he whispered. But the child beside him answered gently— “We are growing.”

Darkness descended upon Amani, its comforting embrace ready to consume her. It was a darkness she had grown all too familiar with, a relentless force that sought to drag her into its depths, away from the torment of a world she had come to despise. But amidst the bleakness, a figure emerged once again, a woman whose presence emanated a strength and courage that Amani could only dream of possessing. As their eyes locked, a magnetic connection formed, drawing Amani into the depths of the woman's fiery gaze. It was as if she was being enveloped by the very essence of this enigmatic soul. In the midst of the oppressive darkness, the woman's voice sliced through the despair with a powerful comman