Falling In Darkness Novels & Stories

It was as if the darkness forbade the full moon to spread its light and to reveal that which was covered, even protected, by the darkness. Godric stood spellbound on the stage that led to his childhood fears. Another swallow. His throat felt dry, as if the liquid hadn't moisturized his throat in ages. Moments passed, then he was startled, dropped the candle, which rolled down the stairs and came to a stop behind the arch of the cellar entrance. The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light.

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.

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.

Afraid they like the horrors of black blood and able to sink the dawn. They said someone fell into a gray hole called love. He forgot the logic of the role of light. His soul is blind to the word called love. Again, their tears fell like drops of black blood in a puzzling gray hole. One day, the caller of darkness rose and climbed. She pursues sweet and dark dreams. She ran like flying, to reach the ball in the form of impossibility. It is said that she fell and tried again, continue until sweat soaked the body and soul. Her soul swerved, turned, wheeled, then jumped, danced again.

On the bank, was standing another figure in white robes and the figure's light shaded hair dripped with water―as if the person just took a dip. A sense of familiarity probbed Roy and he found himself mindlessly walking towards the figure with light steps. The wettish grass crunched under Roy's feet, alerting the figure. The figure huddled closer to the bank, where some tall plants have grown but Roy was not willing to lose the person. Roy increased his pace to catch the figure but suddenly a blinding light appeared in front of Roy's sight and enclosed the whole surrounding. Roy closed his eyes to escape the blinding light and the next time he opened them―the interior of the car greeted him.

His nails dug deeper into my skin, the pain was excruciating, a little squeak left my lips. "Y..Yes..s" I stammered, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "Good. Let's go." His nails finally stopped seeking my flesh, and he began to drag me forward. Towards a white big house. *** I was roughly pushed into a dark room that smelt like urine, the force of the fall made the skin of my palm and thighs peel off as I was trying to cushion my fall. The floor was slightly damp and felt sticky. My whole body ached with all the manhandling I had undergone in the past few hours.

But despite every effort, it became painfully clear that there was nothing more to be done. In the wake of the devastating loss of their son, James and Isabella's world crumbled around them. Their grief was a bottomless chasm, and at that moment of heart-wrenching despair, there were no words that could adequately capture the depths of their pain. James, a stern and composed man by nature, crumbled to his knees by the river's edge, his face contorted with anguish. His strong shoulders shook with the weight of his sorrow, and tears flowed unchecked from his eyes. He had been unable to protect his son, and the burden of that failure weighed heavily upon him.

The hall stretched long and ominous, lit faintly by moonlight streaming through high windows. Another soft click—metal against metal. Jillian froze, and so did I. Then a voice rang out, low and deliberate. “I wouldn’t take another step, Jill.” It was smooth. Unbothered. A man stepped out of the shadows at the end of the hallway, dressed in black, a silencer fitted onto his pistol. I didn’t recognize him. Jillian tensed. “Graham.” My stomach dropped. Graham? He stepped forward. “Didn’t expect me, huh? You should’ve.”

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a