Dedication Through Light And Darkness Novels & Stories

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

"I can't do this. I'm only get like every other word. This is so convoluted." Remi squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. Let's just try to put it into context based on what we know. You said "darkness" right? Well we definitely found some darkness yesterday. It sounds like a prediction that is warning that if the darkness interrupts this ritual, then the balance between light and dark will be tipped." I wrinkled my nose. "I guess. If you can even trust what I have translated." "I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with."

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

However, as I neared the staircase, a kid came barreling towards me. In that split second, I tumbled down the stairs. Agony ripped through my belly, and as I stared at the dark red liquid spreading on the floor, darkness closed in. ... Marvin stood in the sterile hospital corridor, staring at a lifeless form under a stark white sheet. He read the doctor's report, each word a leaden weight. He cursed his knowledge of the words, cursed his own feeble strength. He had clung to hope, believing time would heal.

LEON It’s raining heavily, freezing water pouring down in violent torrents from the angry sky. The earth beneath my feet rumbles as an angry roar of thunder bellows through the night. My breath comes out in short pants as I dash through the empty streets, the darkness illuminated by the bright, thick swirl of red and orange in my peripheral vision on both sides. All the houses that line the street are consumed by fire, the downpour acting as fuel to the flames instead of putting them out.

Glancing at me, Alexander furrowed his brows and spoke in an impatient tone, "Why are you here?" I suppressed the resentment welling up within my chest and handed in my application form. "Alexander, I…" Taking the document, he tossed it onto a towering pile of papers beside him without even looking at it and cut me off, "Perfect timing. Go and start the preparations. We'll be holding a welcome ceremony for Vivian in a few days. As for the scale, we will go with the standards of a Luna." Probably because of my usefulness, Alexander promoted me from an Omega to his Beta. And now, he threw another assignment at me, as if I were nothing but a tool.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

I slurred failing in my attempts to raise my eyelids. I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before I gave up, succumbing to the darkness as my eyelids closed. Not before I heard words that would follow me wherever I went, "The light can never truly love the darkness for they are fated but never destined to be one" {THANKS FOR READING!}

They would return with new faces and new lies, and the first ripple would begin. When the last of them had left and the room held only the cold map and the golding embers, Theodore remained, hands pressed to the table. He spoke aloud then, not to men, but to himself. “We were denied by light,” he said. “So we will become what the light fears: a darkness that consumes itself, that eats its own rumor until nothing stable remains. Let the world be thin; let the people’s words be thin; let loyalty be thin. Then we will breathe and fill the space.”

I accidentally say out loud. She nods sadly, “Yes, dear, the gift of sight, much like white wolves, is a familiar trait that pops up every so often, and sometimes, more than one exists at the same time. I know your instinct is to question it. You are a smart girl, but with the moon goddess, her plan isn’t meant for us to understand. Like the moon, we go through cycles, and some parts are brighter and better, while at other times, the darkness consumes and conceals us, but we are still there and still whole. Darkness isn’t permanent if you’re willing to keep moving toward the light.”