Hubo Sa Dilim Novels & Stories

"Kainis na babaeng 'to. Bahala ka nga!" Padabog akong naupo sa gilid ng kama niya at napa-krus arm. Nakasimangot na iginala ko ang mata ko sa madilim na sahig at di ko naiwasang mapangiwi sa nakikita ko. Ang liit naman ng silid na ito. Madilim na nga, masikip pa. Makalat pa. Tsaka, ano ba yun? Pinagkainan niya?

The obsidian plate dissolved into a pool of liquid heat, and we descended into the dark. The tunnel was narrow, the walls made of raw, unworked stone that bled a soft, blue phosphorescence. As we walked, the "Hive" followed. I could hear the rhythmic clicking of their obsidian claws on the stone above us, their black-grey bodies a silent, recording tide. "They're inside my head, Mother," Leo gasped, his hand clutching his chest where his runes were turning a frantic, flickering violet. "They're pulling the memories of the Tenth Cycle... they're trying to find the bypass for the Hearth's defenses!".

she groans. I roll my eyes and turn to Daniel who is staring in awe at the water. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at him. "Yeah you look like you're high!" Diana adds. His head snaps up. "What no—I'm not high! It's just—," he sighs in frustration, "—if you look closely, you can see the luminescent creatures at the bottom.” He shrugs. I peer down into the black water and realize he is right. There are tiny glowing spots way deep in the water. A smile crawls onto my face and I laugh a little. "Wow, that's amazing," I mutter.

Lu Bu's tomb was discovered there some years ago, shocking the Nine Mainland. At that moment, Darryl was rubbing his head at a hill a few kilometers away from Mount Hua. He looked around to check his surroundings with dismal. The Portal Formation had just transported him there. He fell during the journey because he lacked divine power. There was a buzzing sound in his head.

The wind died when the crater formed. Not a single gust dared cross the broken rim, as if even the air understood what slept below. Damian stood at the edge, his armor dusted in soot, eyes locked on the swirling glow deep beneath the surface. The others gathered behind him—Sybil gripping her staff, Nella with her spear still smoking from lightning discharge, and Taro limping slightly, his shoulder bandaged. None of them spoke. The silence stretched until Damian finally said, “We’re going down.”

Sovine sighed as if this was the hard thing for him to tell us. "It's the underground tunnel but also... the place where the varmints and humans that were the failure of their experiment was dumped. To wrap everything up, the tunnel is our last card to infiltrate inside but it was also the dangerous site no one would dare to enter." "He's right," Cerulean paused. "I didn't even attempt to see what's beneath there. It was really fatal to meander in that path, Xiomara." "But it was the only way..." I whispered and pursed my lips.

The sound of dripping water echoes eerily around . Just as they reach the bottom of the descent, a faint glow appears ahead. Sophia’s heart skips a beat. Is it another trap, or have they found something significant? She moves cautiously forward, her breath shallow as she reaches the source of the light. They step into a large underground chamber, the walls lined with strange symbols carved into the stone. At the center of the room stands an ancient altar, glowing faintly with an ethereal light. Sophia’s skin prickles as she approaches, her eyes wide with awe and fear.

The interior was dark, with only the soft glow of security lights illuminating the hallways. Furina’s heart pounded in her chest as they moved deeper into the mansion, her senses on high alert. Every shadow, every creak of the floorboards, made her jump. But she forced herself to stay focused, to keep her eyes on Luca and the team as they made their way toward the lower levels of the mansion where they believed Diluc was being held. They reached a large set of double doors at the end of a long hallway. Luca signaled for the team to stop, his eyes scanning

Wilbur looked at Augheimer, asking, "Where would you like to go most now?" "I'd like to return to the Golden Dragon Clan. Since things here are done, I guess this dimension can be erased. I don't want my being on Earth to have any memories of the middle dimensions, please help me out if you're returning there." "Got it." Wilbur watched as Augheimer turned into the Golden Dragon, finally melding into the dimensions. He lifted a finger, and the dimensions flipped over once more. Wilbur was now standing in the main hall of the Church of Holy Illuminati in the Vatican.

All of this was Khalid’s— “Please…” he said again. I looked at him, fighting back tears, and followed him. He led me out of the house into the cold. Then, in the darkness, we began to descend the stairs to the underground dungeon. Suddenly, my eyes caught a movement. Shiny blue eyes climbed up the stairs of the dungeon, and I fought with the darkness to see who it was. Caleb saw it before me, and gasped before his shaken voice said, “Lord Dilan?”