Echoes In The Darkness Novels & Stories

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

Darkness………. But not the kind that comes with nightfall or the absence of light. This darkness had texture. It pulsed with fragmented whispers, glitches echoes of laughter and sobs – distorted sounds that felt like they belonged to someone else, yet pierced Elena like needles of memory. She wasn’t dead, but she wasn’t alive either. Not in the way she used to be. Her consciousness drifted.

Heavy crunching noises from my footfalls began to sound entirely too loud in my ears and more than once, I got the feeling I had passed the same gnarly tree twice. Was I going in bleeping circles? “No…no, no, not now, man, damn it, focus!” I groaned wearily, the weight of the night’s events sitting on my shoulders like a tower and making my muscles form ungly knots under my skin. Or was that the mist? There was something ominous in The Darkness tonight that followed me long after I had watched the commander and his troops leave, the trot of their carriage fading to silence. “Kill him. Kill him, killll for your thronee,” the hiss of the voices as they scratched at my ears made me clap my hand

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

"Where are you going? I thought you'll sleep with me?" "Yes but ..." I sighed. "We're different, you can't sleep with light, you like darkness and me, I can't sleep without the light. I loathe darkness, Phoenix." He slowly tilted my chin and searched for my eyes. He remained staring at me and when I was about to get drown by his stares, he gently stroked my chin and sighed. "Be the light of my darkness, then." He said softly, his eyes dropped on my lips. He looks tempted, I saw him gulping and my heart raced when I remembered Lacy panty saying that when her boyfriend is like this.

I tried to pull the Absolute Frost back into my own ley lines, creating a closed circuit of power. The result was a violent, physical blow. A shockwave of energy erupted from my chest, hitting the quartz walls and rebounding instantly. It wasn't just cold; it was a physical weight, like a mountain falling on my ribs. My heart didn't just slow—it stopped. The Silence was absolute. For three seconds, I existed in a world where time didn't exist. I saw the atoms of the air frozen in place, shimmering like tiny, jagged stars. I saw the ghost of Isadora standing at the edge of the vault, her eyes wide with a terrifying pride.

She prayed Mike wouldn't see the faint tremble in her hands or the fear lurking behind her eyes. "So...what questions do you want to ask me?" Mike's gaze lingered on her, his eyes searching for any hint of familiarity. The resemblance was uncanny, and he struggled to reconcile his emotions. His hands twitched with the urge to reach out and touch her, to hug her tightly and cry on her shoulder. The ache of missing his late girlfriend, May, felt like a fresh wound.

Esma’s pov “Hello?” I hollered in the darkness. “Is anyone there?” I called out again but didn’t get the answer either this time. I don’t know where I was standing. Hell, I don’t even know how I came here at the first place. It was darkness everywhere. I looked around for something. Anything. As if in cue, a light dimmed yet bright enough to catch my attention come from the farther most corner. I walked in the same direction, stumbling and tripping, I finally reached the light.

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

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.