Flicker In The Dark Summary Novels & Stories

Brandon Grande was the full term for that, why didn’t I think of it before, I totally forgot to pay attention to the red flag when it was all over my face, how foolish of me, how stupid, Jenna. A pool of flashbacks started heeding my way, making me realise I was stupid to ignore the initial facts, it rewound in my mind, the premiere, afterparty, the wasted man’s attack, a masked man saving me, I, handing myself to the darkness and then, the morning and the worst day of life. It was played like a movie in a thunderbolt.

"I was just surprised…I d didn't know that…Ummm." I didn't know what to do or say. "Am I not supposed to be in here?" He gave me another panty-dropping smile and I almost melted. He moved closer and I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You are allowed to be in here. I saw you and I followed." He said casually, "Is that a bad one?" I knew deep down that I was to consider it a possible stalker character, and I liked it. For some unimaginable reason, I didn't consider it a bad thing.

Too lazy? And oh it’s miss frog! I just gave her a confused look. She laughed softly when she noticed that. “I didn’t talk to you well in the past so now I’ll do what I want.” I adjusted my seat, teasing. The two bugs behind her were just swaying. What are they? Disciple of the frog? “How dare you kiss my husband?” I can not believe this. Me? I kissed who? I kissed her HUSBAND? When? I don’t remember me kissing anyone! And who is her unlucky husband?

As the doors closed, I reached for the locket and felt the hidden switch. Click. The lights in the entire hotel flickered once, twice, and then plunged into total, absolute darkness. The screaming began a second later. In the dark, I felt the most like a Vermon I ever had. I wasn’t the victim. I was the Architect of the blackout.

Frost coldly hummed into the mind of the human. Or so he thought. --- Elsewhere – A Flicker in the Flame Archives Far to the south, deep in the glowing antechamber of the Flame Archives, Emma gasped mid-step. A tremor ran through the ground beneath her. It wasn’t an earthquake. It was something waking. Something slinking closer through layers of ice and air. She blinked. Her vision split for a second—two versions of herself flickering out of sync. One smiling. One terrified. Long steadied her. “Emma?”

" I called out again a little bit more composed than the last time From the corner of my eyes I could see a flicker of light in the distance. It shone brightly one moment and the next it was gone. Like the way the light from a firefly flickered on and off as it trapeze through the air. I was aware of getting to my feet and fixing my eyes on that shimmer of light in the distance willing it to return and at least cast some of this darkness away.

"However if you keep acting like an obnoxious brat, I'll never bat an eye to you" Eka smirked at the woman in front of him, he reached for Rina's hand and smiled at her silently. Something about his expression sent a shiver to her spine. Rina let go of his collar and walk away. However, not long after the lamps were suddenly turned off. The rooms are pitch dark and both Rina and Eka look at each other warily. "Eka is this one of your antics again?" Rina growled. "No, it's not", he replied coldly.

I replied sharply, although my throat still hurts. "Tell us. Please." He begged. Now I'm even more confused. Do they think it's a dream that would give them hope of freedom? Sorry for them. "First, I saw darkness. Nothing but darkness, but suddenly, a flicker of light. It grew from a flicker and turned into a bright light that illuminated this dungeon." I paused a while, allowing the words to sink into their minds.

The archives were plunged into a thick, suffocating darkness, a darkness so absolute that it felt as though the world had simply ceased to exist. I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. The darkness was a physical weight, pressing against my eyes, making my head spin. I waited, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm, for the lights to return. For a second, there was nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and the frantic thudding of my pulse. Then, with a sudden, jarring hum, the lights flickered back to life. They didn't return to their full brightness, but they cast a dim, yellowish glow over the room, a sickly, uncertain light.