Do Not Go Gentle Into The Night Novels & Stories

I saw Adrian, still crouched in a corner, watching us in misery. He followed us all the way to a villa district but couldn't enter. From a distance, he stared at our windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of me forgiving him. Late that night, Caleb turned off the lights. As our shadows slowly collapsed onto the bed together, I heard a deafening roar. Caleb covered my ears and pressed his lips against mine in frustration. "Darling, focus. Don't listen to those barking dogs." I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love.

Conversation drifted from the greenhouse’s first true harvest window to the possibility of a small outdoor herb bed specifically for the restaurant’s pastry station next spring. Ordinary plans. Chosen ones. After dinner I pulled him to the couch and curled into his side, my head on his chest, his fingers moving through my hair in the same unhurried rhythm that had become familiar. “I’m not asking the fight to disappear,” I said into the quiet. “I know better. I’m asking us to keep choosing the days between the fights as if they matter just as much.” “They do matter.” His voice was low against my hair. “They might matter more. The fights prove we won’t yield. The ordinary days prove what we’r

My first night here he lost his temper with me because I wouldn't stop crying. He didn't hurt me but he yelled at me to shut the fuck up and told me that if I didn't he would lock me in the dark until I did. I was only fourteen and had just lost both my parents. Fucking prick. It makes me hate him more every time I think about it. Damion wasn't but a few years older than me but he was the head of one of the biggest mafia families this side of New York.

The same pity I would feel for any ailing stranger. "Yvone…" William looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot. "I know I failed you. I'm not hoping for forgiveness, and… my days are numbered. To be honest, I'd like you to stay with me in the last moments of my life. Then, I can rest in peace." A moment of quiet deliberation later, I answered calmly, "Sure." William was stunned. My agreement came faster than he'd expected. He practically lit up. In fact, he became so excited that he started hacking violently. His back arched at the effort, his cheeks flushing in exertion.

"Difficult for whom?" "For you. The pain—" "I have known worse pain." I smiled, teeth bared, silver eyes glowing in the firelight. "Continue." They worked through the night. I did not scream. I had screamed in Leon's silver cage, in his burning platform, in his abandonment. I would not give him—or the memory of him—the satisfaction of my voice raised in suffering again. Instead, I sang. The Northern songs. The songs of my grandmother, who had birthed twins alone in blizzard. The songs of wolves who need no mate to make them whole.

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

You will not rob us of that. You've lost your fair share of battles. You have come against those who refuse to go gentle into the night. We will rage against the dying of the light. We will rage against you. And our light will still shine bright. We might accept that you are here. We know that we need to accept that this is not our fault and that there is nothing that we can do about it. But what we can do is fight and fight we will. Yes, life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...

“They are your feelings and you are entitled to them. My dad reminds me that it’s okay to not be okay. But it’s not okay to give up. Life sucks from time to time. We’re talking sucks worse than a dollar blow job.” She rubbed her belly again as the teens laughed. “But the sun comes out again. Little miracles happen. Dreams change and come true. You change. Life changes. You have to go through the darkness to see a sunrise.” “Do not go gentle into the dark night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Rachel Woodson, her one goth student, quoted. “Love me some Dylan Thomas.” Evie smiled as her alarm dinged. “I have agreed to stay after today if anyone wants to stay also. If you need to ta