Dedication Through Light And Darkness Novels & Stories

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I repeated my question and now I am lost in translation and started to feel confused. "I forgot to introduce ourselves. Where is my manner?" the light entity said in a very kind manner. "We are the Creators. I am the Light and that is the Darkness." "You may be wondering if we are also known as the Good and the Evil because I am the Dark one and that is the Light? It is purely a stereotype! Light cannot live without Darkness, and we co-exist to keep the balance and equality," the Darkness said to me. “I never imagined that I was here in front of the Creators talking to them so casually like they are just ordinary beings,” I said to myself.

He moves back and makes me lean against his arm, imitating those ball dances. "What're you seeing now?" I bring myself back to the comfort of his embrace. "Everything that surrounds me is darkness with potholes, broken bottles and thorns scattered in my path. But there's a light, so dim and far and I can only get curious about what it'll look like to have it in my hold_ if it could or if it could not help me find a more safer way with no potholes and thorns. But still, I'm afraid of bringing it into my misery. What if my unsteady legs make us fall into the pothole and it looses its spark? Then I won't just be alone again but I would also be guilty of my sin for the rest of my life. But somet

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

Light concerns. I nodded my head in understatement but I was shivering in pain. The pain in my heart is excrutiating out but I was keeping it back. Not showing anyone how weak i am from the inside. “Are you okay? You haven't replied.” Light asks worriedly. “I am sorry, I was distracted. What were you saying?” I apologize. “I think we should try this once you clarify your doubts. I hope it will work with you?” Light suggests.

The woman nodded at her. "I know. I picked you up not because I wanted you to meet, but because you were the solution to the problem." "Huh? Solution? What do you mean?" She smiled and turned her back on her. "Only you can do right thing. You will be the path of silence. You will be the path of justice. You have the most important mission that must be accomplished in our world. You are the one chosen, and you are the one who will will begin everything. "

"You call me all these things and pretend you care, but you don't! I still can't understand why you don't plan on killing me after I give birth because I'm not sure how I'll live a long, cruel life with such little love and husband who sleeps with a different, prettier woman, every night!" He narrows in on me with those dark, dangerous eyes. "Are you saying you want to die?" That's when I notice the glass lamp on my bedside table. Every word I said will happen if I don't stop it. "Yes," I say and I grab the lamp, hitting it as hard as I possibly can on my head. Then again and again until the blood blackens my sight and I lose the world around me.

"The king is dead. The shadow is gone. The darkness is silent. But it is not defeated. It is only sleeping. It has slept before. It has always woken. One day, it will wake again. That is the nature of darkness. It does not die. It only waits. It only watches. It only hungers. It only endures. It only returns." The pack was silent. I saw fear in some eyes, defiance in others, hope in a few, determination in many, love in all, resolve in every face. "That is why we must be ready," I said. "Not just with blades and arrows and silver tips. Not just with walls and wards and weapons. Not just with strength and speed and fury. With hope. With love. With the bond that binds us together. With the tru