Into The Darkest Hour Novels & Stories

Scared that my darkness would try to take Chelsea as well. What was she even doing in my nightmare? The darkness inside me was getting out of control and I couldn't hold it back anymore. It was going to destroy anything in its path and I couldn't let that happen especially to the people close to me. My demons were seeking revenge and they wouldn't rest until they got what they wanted. This nightmare was definitely a warning that I should stay away from Chelsea. I could still picture her fear stricken face. She wanted to help me but I know that no one would ever get through to me the darkness was a part of me I just had to accept it's torture and suffering.

To never see Willow again? It sounds cliché, but it was my darkest hour. I felt myself on the brink of despair, a sinking ship in a vast sea of ominous, dark water. That is… Until a lighthouse appeared on my front step.

And as I surrender to the darkness, I can only pray that someday the dawn will come and bring an end to the endless night. As the darkness threatens to consume me, a glimmer of hope pierces through the veil of despair, like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. At that moment of clarity, I feel a surge of warmth and light flood my mind, banishing the shadows of my nightmares and illuminating the darkness with the promise of a brighter future.

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 can't do this. I'm only get like every other word. This is so convoluted." Remi squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. Let's just try to put it into context based on what we know. You said "darkness" right? Well we definitely found some darkness yesterday. It sounds like a prediction that is warning that if the darkness interrupts this ritual, then the balance between light and dark will be tipped." I wrinkled my nose. "I guess. If you can even trust what I have translated." "I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with."

“We’ll know. But I don’t think it will wait for dawn.” They stand in silence as the last light dies, watching as the world below grows sharper, smaller, more dangerous in the blue hour. A cold wind slips through the stones as darkness deepens outside. In the hall, survivors huddle around the last of the fire’s glow, shadows long and faces lined with exhaustion and haunted hope.

Breaking the protection of the pack to enter The Darkness was unheard of, but I was desperate. There was no way in Athena’s green earth I was getting hanged for a mistake! “That’s enough Bones…let her go.” My lungs felt like they were on fire as the elder’s distant bark echoed and I slipped through the gates…instantly blinded by the shadows.

The best decision is to manipulate the shadows instead of those in the shadows. La Oscuridad had always been a shadow to me, and one this I kept at a distance until now. But the time to bring them closer was now and use them to my advantage. Halo Oscuro wanted something from me or he wouldn't have invited me and kept on pressing in and I have every intention of using his desire to execute my own wishes.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Embrace the darkness, for it is where your true power lies. I’m slipping. I feel it—my soul unraveling, piece by piece. My body shudders with the effort to fight it, but it’s getting harder. The shadows are closing in, the weight of them dragging me under. My vision blurs again, my mind swimming in the sea of darkness. Then I hear it—Diego’s voice. A murmur, steady and strong, cutting through the chaos. “Stay with me, Henry. Focus on me.” His words are like a flicker of light in the distance, fragile but enough to make me hold on. To fight, just for a moment longer.