Frozen Heart Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

My body went rigid, every muscle locked in place as a voice—low, almost amused—whispered, “Back off before you get yourself into real danger.” A chill crawled down my spine. I wanted to move, to turn, to fight, but I couldn’t. My feet felt rooted to the ground, my breath caught in my throat. The darkness pressed in, stretching each second into an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it had gone out, the light returned.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

"Remember the plan. We lure Viktor's forces out, then hit them hard and fast. Seraphine, you handle the wards and traps. Harley, you and I will lead the charge." Harley squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with determination. "We’ve got this." Seraphine nodded, her eyes glowing faintly with magic. "Let’s end this." As they advanced, the forest around them seemed to come alive with dark energy. The presence of the Heart of Darkness was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on them. The werewolves moved silently, their senses heightened by the looming threat. --- Viktor stood at the entrance of the temple, his body radiating dark energy. The Heart of Darkness pulsed with power, amplifying his s

I was grateful you couldn't remember your dark past and how excruciating the pain might be. "Can you just leave me alone for a moment? I don't even want to see your face now, I yelled, my eyes are teary, my world is falling apart. Just leave here now before I become the murderer you don't want me to now I yelled as I break down on the floor holding my head and screaming my lungs out. I felt like a knife was cutting deep Into my heart.

"The Blackwood Pack is no longer hiding. If he wants to 'verify' my daughter, tell him to come himself. But remind him... shadows are longest in the winter." Haden turned and fled, his blizzard retreating with him. But as the hall warmed up, Mord stepped out of the shadows, his face more grim than ever. "Killian," Mord whispered. "Ragnar isn't coming for Nyx. Not really." "Then what does he want?" I asked. "He has the Frozen Heart," Mord said. "The sister-artifact to the Tear of the Sun. He knows that if he can combine the sun's fire with the tundra's ice inside a Shadow Queen... he can rewrite the prophecy itself."

The heart writhed, shrank, fought against the light that was destroying it. Aria held the blade steady, her arms shaking, her mind screaming. The darkness pushed back, trying to consume her, to pull her into the void that had claimed Selena. But she held, the light of her ancestors burning in her veins, the love of the wolves who had followed her burning in her heart. The heart cracked. The darkness screamed. And the structure began to fall. Aria ran, the blade blazing, the light pushing back the shadows that tried to stop her. She burst through the walls as the structure crumbled, the darkness collapsing into the earth, the shadows fleeing from the light.

However, seeing how badly I looked with blood everywhere, he was probably thinking twice about it. After the crowd dispersed, I supported myself against the wall and walked out alone, leaving a trail of blood behind me. "Ron..." Scarlett's lips moved as if she wanted to follow me, but then Derek's booming voice erupted from the crowd. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Someone help! Mr. Morrison just fainted." Scarlett stopped in her tracks immediately. She turned to check on Chase and never looked back. "What are you all standing around for? Call an ambulance!"

Blood. I stopped at the gallery overlooking the great hall and looked down. The sight stole my breath. In the center of the hall stood the man I loved, and the man who still sometimes frightened me. His aura was so dark and dense it seemed to swallow the torchlight around him. On the floor before him writhed a torn figure, the sentry, barely recognizable beneath his wounds. They were not claw marks. Frost shimmered along the edges of the injuries, blue white and unnatural, as if the flesh had been frozen rather than cut.

Corin let out a loud, terrifying growl that shook the walls of the cell. Darcy watched in horror as his beautiful brown eyes turned pitch black once again, filled with nothing but hate. Darcy sobbed harder and rested her head on his chest, holding onto his shirt. She didn't know why the darkness wasn't harming her, probably because her own heart was also dark and lifeless, making her feel like part of the shadows.