Heart Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 18 Darkness! Feared by all. Darkness! the most intense kind of emotion. Darkness! The most malicious and most vile feelings. Darkness! Mortal enemy of light. This was Mavis was facing now; darkness. The brighter day of Mavis instantly covered by such darkness. It brought anger, hate, grief, and most of all death. Darkness, took the spirit and trampled the hope of Mavis people. Darkness chained the precious soul of Mavis. Darkness shook Mavis will.

"Don't open that door. If you open that door, the city will never be the same." "We don't have a choice," Julian said, his hand trembling as he reached for the rusted iron handle of the heavy vault door. "If I don't open it, the city dies anyway." He pulled. The door gave way with a screech of tortured metal, revealing a chamber filled with a blinding, pulsing violet light that seemed to swallow the very air. In the center, suspended in a cage of twisted, obsidian-forged pipes, hung the Heart. It wasn't metal. It wasn't stone. It was a mass of shifting, living darkness, beating with a rhythm that felt like the pulse of the earth itself.

But we could also be your completion. The choice hung in the void like a blade made of truth. --- The Heart’s Cry The newborn Heart awoke fully for the first time. Its light burst outward, illuminating the shadow—but instead of driving it away, it revealed it. Within the vast darkness were shapes, forms—souls made of broken songs and silenced prayers. They weren’t evil. They were simply unfinished. The Heart’s light pulsed weakly, flickering in distress. Lunara rushed forward and pressed both hands against its radiant surface. “Shh… It’s all right. You’re not alone.”

Something was coming. And it wasn’t friendly. The ground split beneath Sasha’s feet, sending her sprawling to her knees. A rush of heat erupted from the fissure, and a dark, oily mist poured out, curling around her like it was alive. The Heart of Eldara pulsed violently in her hand, the light it emitted flickering as if it were struggling to stay lit against the encroaching darkness.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

The normal rush of it dulled by my aching heart. After a few moments that’s it. All the souls in the forest. Dead. Darkness rises up and rushes towards me from all directions. My form flinches with each new hit of the darkness. Charging me up but not enough - not enough. I’m so tired. I’m broken and tired. My heart feels like an anchor, sinking me lower and lower. Despair seizing my soul. My eyes blink furiously, fighting the darkness threatening to take over.

“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.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

The intensity of his emotions threatened to consume him, but he refused to succumb. Entering the room, Haider was met with a scene that mirrored the depths of his despair. The darkness and dirt seemed to reflect his own inner turmoil, amplifying his sense of hopelessness. His heart pounded in his chest, its rhythm matching the erratic flickering of the lone lightbulb above. The weight of the past sins committed within those walls bore down on him, suffocating his spirit.