Essence Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

Henry**** The darkness around us seemed to close in as the power inside me pulsed, still alive and burning beneath my skin. I couldn’t escape it. It was a part of me now, a constant reminder that the life I had known—my identity, my safety, everything—was slipping from my grasp. But even as I felt its grip tightening, there was something else in the air. A presence, a force that had never been there before, and I wasn’t sure whether it was something to fear or trust.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

She moved her hands closer, and the ash responded to her light by darkening, by thickening, by forming tendrils that reached toward her palms with the particular hunger of something that recognized its opposite and wanted to consume it, to absorb it, to make the light part of its own darkness until no distinction remained. "There are two strands," she said, her voice dropping to the vibration of someone speaking a language she had not known she knew, channeling knowledge that came not from study but from the particular intuition of beings who had been created from light and had learned to recognize its distortions. "One is divine. Holy fire, consecrated light, the particular blessing of the

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.

Today she had an aura of demon, the perfect deadly demon. "The darkness you are talking about was more darkened by me. I never had a way out from it because it pulled me like a magnet, always." She was motionless, emotionless. His rough finger fell on her soft lips, but this time they didn't feel soft. They were dry and hard like the nature of winter. With the touch of his finger, she felt something that she never could describe. The environment became heated between then. He pulled her over him and took her lips in a deep kiss. They were not playing fair like other time. Both of them turned into devil. They started to drown in the darkness. Their kisses were heated and rough. They bit their

Summer's POV Bright blinding light pushed through the dreamless darkness that Summer was enjoying, beckoning her to wake up and embrace the new day where all her troubles were still very much existent. Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

"If you're well equipped with the elements, your subconscious will guide you to what you desire and hope to solve. In your case, I highly think you will get a small idea about your wolf. Whether it's just a feeling you'll feel, or a small vision. It depends." The darkness that surrounded my vision didn't leave me feeling uneasy as it always did it was somehow oddly soothing. I guess it's because of the items that Dimitri bought with him. The soft music that was playing low is all but purely relaxing. It gave me an aura of relaxation and concentration. Or perhaps the bowls that were close by, did a trick as well. Either way, it was working surprisingly well for me since I thought it would be

“You cannot break the deal! Cannot ignore the agreement! Cannot erase everything without hearing what I learned! Without understanding what I discovered! Without knowing what existence offers!” “I can do anything. I am the First Dark. I am the original nothing. I am the source of everything and the destination of everything. I am beyond deals. Beyond agreements. Beyond promises made to fragments that betrayed their purpose.” The First Dark began to expand. To grow. To fill the realm with nothing that would consume everything. “I erase existence now. I return everything to nothing now. I end the mistake of consciousness now. And there is nothing you can do. Nothing anyone can do. Nothing exce