Essence Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

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

The sound of her voice and the way her body looked spooked Troy and he falls down upon the surface of the grand hall. “I cannot turn to darkness…” Troy’s voice rummages through his mind and just like that his body grows back not to the hindering old man but to his present age. The young man grabs upon the sword with his right hand and with his other he propels a black fire that coils around his arm like a living breathing flame though once that surging magically power of his braces his limb, he knows what to do. “I must become darkness… wrath and vengeance. Accept the ones by me as they are. Protect them with this darkness inside me…” The sword in his hand falls to the ground. The sound of m

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

Ancient and heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries. "By blood of the living and essence of the dead, I call upon the darkness that lies between worlds. Open the path that was promised. Show me the way to what I seek." The words hung in the air like a prayer. Or a curse. The temperature dropped. Not slowly, like when winter creeps in through windows. All at once, like someone had opened a door to the deepest part of winter. My breath came out in white clouds. Frost began forming on the mirror, creeping across the glass like spider webs.

“But understand this: darkness always returns. Always. What you’ve faced here, what I represent… I’m predictable. Bound by rules. Limited by cosmic law. The things that will come next? They won’t be so constrained.” The wasteland was almost gone now, our bodies beginning to fade back to the real world. “When darkness returns… and it will return… you’ll face something far worse than me. Something that knows you now. Something that witnessed how you fight, how you love, how you protect each other.” The Broker’s voice followed us as we slipped. “And that something will use your love against you. Will turn your greatest strength into your most devastating weakness.” I tried to respond,, but we w

Damon immediately panicked - after all, if he was submerged in these waters, would forget how he loved her and maybe even would be able to complete his mission. - Finally you visited us.- Alistair greeted Damon, came closer and hugged him gently.- Johhan was following you, on Salvadore's orders, and discovered that you fell victim to the charm of the sorceress. Fortunately, he and his brother informed me about it in time. Now, according to our rite, you will be submerged in the black waters of the Lake of Darkness.- he announced, giving a sign to the guards. The two tallest of them grabbed Damon by the arms, took off his jacket, blouse and pants, and then plunged him into the dark abyss. Pen

He answered her. “What makes you think I can defeat this darkness?” She asked. “Because young She-wolf, the darkness is already in you.” Felan looked at him surprised. “Every species is born with the same amount of light and dark in them. Because you have already had internal battles your light has won and the darkness in you has faded. But No one’s darkness can never be truly snuffed out, nor can the light.”

He staggered backward, coughing as the darkness wound around him, curling into his very bones. His mind screamed to resist, to push it away, but it felt like the mist was a part of him already. Midas turned away from the dresser, his hands trembling as the gravity of what he had just unleashed sank in. The box sat closed now but the darkness inside it was far from dormant. He could feel it crawling beneath his skin, threading through his veins like liquid shadow, intertwining with his very essence.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

“This is what it wants. The Incorruptible Heart will be broken, her love lost, her resolve broken, she will be weak. Once this is done it will rise and claim the world as its own.” “What the hell is this thing?” she whispered. “Hell?” the man queried. “The Darkness isn’t defined by human beings, or the many faiths of this planet. It simply is. And anything that has happened right up to the point where you leapt from the boat and into its embrace is due to its designs on you, and what you represent.” Before Beatrice could question him, an image danced before her eyes, she was back on the boat, charging down Emily, the recollection made her voice hitch with horror. Then she was back there, liv