Into The Darkest Hour Novels & Stories

Philip smiled at her and peck her on her forehead in a friendly way. "Nora, you should know that even in the darkest of nights, a light of a single candle can guide you, illuminating your path. Your darkest hour lasts for only 60 minutes, and when you step back into the light, you know that you are truly alive. You are that light Nora and I believe your 60 minutes of darkest will soon be over and your light shall shine again, and you will be you." Nora smiled.

In their darkest hour, their camaraderie shone brightest. With a final, desperate surge of power, the heroes unleashed a devastating assault. Their combined might shattered the enemy's defenses, leaving them vulnerable and exposed. The heroes had triumphed against all odds, but the battle had exacted a heavy toll.

The fourth hour is the darkest part of the night. Not the latest the palace has people moving at every hour, guards rotating, kitchen staff starting their first preparations, the particular insomnia of people carrying difficult things. But the fourth hour has a quality the others do not. A held stillness. The city outside the walls at its most quiet, the streets empty in a way they are not at midnight or at dawn, the specific silence of a world that has briefly stopped performing. I have been awake since the third hour.

Some small glow of light piercing the shroud of darkness. In the darkest hours before dawn, I made my choice. I gathered a few sparse provisions, slipping them quietly into a satchel. I waited only until May’s breath slowed into deep slumber, not wanting to worry her with my plans. Then I moved silently through the tomb-like fortress, down past snoring guards who barely glanced up from their late night dice game.

They could both feel eachother's weight on the door and their heavy heart beats thumping uncontrollablly hard on their chests. "Ronald," She finally gave in and called out to him. "Arya," he replied. "Ronald, this has to be the end for us, lets not chose to be blind to this, lets do the right thing," she said. "The only thing I think we are being blind to, is this burning desires in our heart, it's never gonna quench, Arya if we don't embrace it, its going to keep huanting us," Ronald chirped in.

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.

When she entered the house, her heart picked up the race. It's dark and she knows that he is inside. The monster who has turned her life dark and snatched the hopes of lights. Nothing stops him, neither the heavy rain nor the locks of her house. He makes his way inside anyway. He owns it, he owns the darkness her house holds. He owns the fear that her heart holds. He owns her life. He owns her soul!

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

Oh Lord. ‎ ‎At that moment, I realized I didn't care. Let him come. Maybe that's what I deserved. ‎ ‎Sleep came quickly, dragging me under into a darkness deeper than the one filling my apartment. ‎

he whispered into the dark. Good night, my partner. As the darkness took me, I realized that "partner" had become the most beautiful word in the world.