Dedication Through Light And Darkness Novels & Stories

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

+ Why this location remained unfamiliar to me even it was all dark beyond our endeavor I can sense what road we walk in to,but this seems to be wrong. We've been travelling all night and it appears that darkness has joined us,the longest night without a day at first I was devastated when I knew it myself alone that it would have the possibility that it won't be back in normal again but in every fight I have between in our opponents all I can say is I used to be it. "Gavin,we need to rest we have enough this day we walk as if it is infinite" I softly inquired,his face perplexed by what I had said I know him.

"I'm ready for the reality." I looked at the sky, where the "Splinter" was somewhere in the dark, hungry and hollow. I looked at the "Refugee of the Void," who had given her life to give us a choice. "Then let's build the shadow," I commanded, my amethyst eyes glowing one last time. The "Inheritance of Light" was about to become the "Armor of the Dark." We had ninety-six chapters of war, and now, we were going to use the very last of our divinity to buy the right to be forgotten.

Beautiful kisses to you all. Character’s Dedication: “He became the darkness I never knew I wanted~ Missy Lane Locke” “She became the light I have come to crave and desire with every fiber of my being~ Tyler Locke”

We knew that this was our moment, our opportunity to rise above the shadows that threatened to consume us. As if in response to our unwavering resolve, a brilliant beam of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating a hidden passage at the far end of the chamber. It beckoned to us, a path leading to unknown realms and secrets waiting to be unveiled. Without hesitation, we stepped forward, drawn to the light like moths to a flame. Each footfall reverberated with determination and purpose, for we understood that this journey held the key to our redemption and the salvation of all we held dear.

But his eyes still held the same unwavering spark, a testament to the light he carried within. "The whispers will always exist," he declared, his voice strong and steady. "But remember, the darkness can only consume what we allow it to. We are guardians, not just of the light around us, but of the light within ourselves and within others. It is with compassion, understanding, and a shared commitment to the light that we can truly win this fight."

"Sometimes a little humanity wouldn't hurt." He shrugged. "Perhaps. But in this world, it's a liability." I chewed on a slice of mango, contemplating his words. "You can't always think like that. People aren't just assets or liabilities." His lips curved into a faint, cold smile. "You'd be surprised how often they are." I shook my head, sipping from the bottle of water. "Maybe. But I still believe in treating people with respect." Justin's gaze softened, just a fraction. "And that's why you're different, Isabella. Different, but not wrong."

Through the web of living earth, he felt it — the flare of power, the pulse of silver and shadow joined. Light and darkness intertwined as they had been at the beginning of all things. At last, he thought. The balance reborn. He saw her in the echo of the ceremony — the violet-eyed child standing in her own sunlight, the mark of divinity carved into her soul. She carries both our legacies, my love. Yours of mercy… mine of will. The Bloodwood’s glow deepened, red bleeding to black. Let them celebrate. Let them believe the moon smiles. When the light meets shadow, dusk always follows.

"The Legion of Light was burning villages to fuel their 'purity'. They were draining the life out of the land." She leaned forward. Her violet eyes bored into his soul. "Tell me, boy. When the sun beats down on you in the desert, and you are dying of thirst... do you pray for more light? Or do you pray for a shadow?" Alaric blinked. "I..." "Light burns," Cyprian added, sitting down. "Light blinds. Too much of it turns a hero into a zealot. We taught the world balance." "Darkness isn't evil," Vespera whispered. "Darkness is rest. Darkness is the soil where seeds grow. It is protection."