Into The Darkest Hour Novels & Stories

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

"Damn, girl. Or girls!? You both take that thing?" "Hell yes we do," Gemma said, then pulled her phone back and stepped back into the darkness. "Gad dayum," Tasha said, fanning herself again. "Well, there you have it, folks. You've heard of universal remotes and universally beloved celebrities. Now we know that there's such thing as a Universal Cock." Then she bowed towards you with her hands over her head in a worshipping gesture. "All hail the Universal Cock!" "All hail the Universal Cock!" the crowd cheered.

I feel helpless, trapped in a cycle I can't seem to break. The room grows darker as evening approaches, but I make no move to turn on a light. The encroaching darkness seems to mirror my sinking emotions, each shadow deepening the pit of despair I've fallen into. It's as if the darkness is a physical manifestation of the gloom that has taken residence in my mind, creeping into every corner of the room and my psyche alike.

We wouldn’t only die, but according to what we heard, our soul would be obliterated in the dark magic and our essence would fade away as if it had never existed. A strangled bark left my wolf as dark smoke tried to break through his pelt and take over our joined souls. “Angel!” Stormy whimpered inwardly, almost senseless, his mind drifting to a lost state. Yet his word, his call was filled with love and longing. The darkness tried to break through, penetrate further. Every cell of our bodies refused to let it in. My mind went into a maze of light, as I pictured all the love and kindness I’d ever known and met – my mother, my brother, my wolf and finally, Angeline’s beautiful eyes. Those were

I had a job to do and I was ready to conquer the darkness of this fucked up games — if this was one of the ways I would get to live my life out of death. ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ The witching hour swiftly approached and descended upon us, and with it, a shiver of anticipation crept up my spine. The darkness had hung over us as we silently walked through the murky woods, our feet crunching over the fallen leaves. As we entered the clearing of the enchanted forest, the full moon lit up the scene, revealing a large, sinister circus tent waiting to welcome us.

But tonight, that shadow would rise, and it would swallow Dante whole. I straightened my suit and made my way into the hall, my steps deliberate and steady. The dimly lit room swallowed me as I merged seamlessly into the darkness. Low chandeliers cast flickering light over the crowd, and the music pulsed in a haunting rhythm, a heartbeat for the night’s sinister undercurrent.

"There's no way out." But before they could formulate a plan of escape, the darkness surged forward, engulfing them in its malevolent embrace. And as the guardians fought against the encroaching shadows, they knew that their greatest challenge was yet to come. With their fate hanging in the balance, they braced themselves for the ultimate battle between light and darkness, knowing that the outcome would determine the destiny of all creation.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

Test again. Sipho whispered into the night, his voice barely more than shadow: “This is only the beginning. One day, one of you will falter, one will rise, and one… may take what should have been mine. Be ready, for the Darkness does not forgive hesitation. And the world… will remember your choices.”