Deep And Dark Poems Novels & Stories

Chapter 86 Darkness /-Isla-/ Pain. Deep excruciating pain. The kind that knocked the air out of your lungs and put the world to a standstill. Darkness. The type that made your nightmares reality, with no light forthcoming so you can't tell if it's a dream or not. Hurt. Piercing deep hurt that made your heart bleed so much that it felt like it would stop beating. My life felt like a living hell. Hell with no fires. Just me, burning in the depths of nightmares and darkness.

I say to the love of my life as I succumb to darkness, feeling the world slip away. Darkness was all around me, I felt disconnected from my body. Mentally, I feel like I am straying beyond thought and time. I feel like I am falling into a deep dark abyss, one that I have no power or hope to move from. My body feels heavy like it is weighed down by heavy anvils. It is like I am floating into the vast unknown of this darkened realm, wherever I am. I fight my best to find something, anything, anywhere that I can go.

Then she began reciting a Latin formula which was translated as follows: "Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..."

"No, they're not good. And they're more of quotes anyway, they're short." "Okay, so tell me one. Tell me your favourite one." I bit my lip and look at him, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't. I have one in mind, the most recent one. As I watch him driving, his brown curls not falling over his eyes for once because he gelled them, the poem comes out by itself. "She couldn't understand," I begin, whispering, and gulp, still observing him, "why she found comfort in the dark, when all her life she had a fear of darkness."

◇DON POV◇ I never thought I will feel loneliness untill I met her may be it is true no matter how many people are around us we still searches for one person only that person can fulfill the gap in our life her giggles and smiles are completely something different because they're not artificial they're pure with her my day felt energetic and amazing without her I felt whole day as boring her clumsiness and the smile she have when I scolds her she is really crazy lamb I returned to home after work I'm working on a special item for sometime I went into lawn and looked at the blank sky Silence all the laughter Everyone has gone. Leave me here Let life roll along. Shut out the light I don't wish

"That's because you are real, Liza. You make everything around me look real." "Damn," I said It was too much, I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but he was seriously pouring out some dark romance shit. I remember a line from a dark romance poem I had read some time ago, it didn't make sense when I read it but today it did more than ever. We all have that place we go to, where the walls and God is our only witness. where no one else sees and we hide sometimes from ourselves. We put on our dark shades with a translucent smile. Narrowing our edges and fading our beauty.

My mind was brimming with different possibilities and none was going to work in my favor. With his hand still around my neck, he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss started slowly and calmly then it became deep and ravaging. He kissed me with ferocity and hunger and I almost drowned in the kiss. He gave my lips a little flick with his tongue and I opened up, granting him passage. He plunged his tongue into my mouth deepening the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he started pounding in and out of me and I concluded he was trying to break me.

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

As the wolves crept closer, she whispered softly — a voice trembling with memory and power: > “When crimson rains and moonlight dies, The Dark shall walk where silence lies. The Child of Dusk shall choose the path, Between the Sun’s love and the Dark One’s wrath. But death must come to light once sworn, Before the God of Dreams is born.” The ground shuddered. A low growl rolled through the forest — deep, ancient, alive. The wolves froze mid-step. Whining, backing away, they turned and vanished into the fog. Rhea’s eyes widened as the growl grew louder, vibrating through her bones. It came from behind her. She turned — slowly. Beyond the edge of the mist, the ground split open. A shadow began

I could have melted in my seat. The dark brows, combined with the enviable long dark eyelashes, made the blue of his eyes stand out even more. The color reminded me of the blue cobalt bottles I worked with in the lab. They were that blue. “He’s coming,” I hissed beneath my breath.