Into The Darkest Hour Novels & Stories

, Mumma said. "Indeed Mumma I will go up and change then we will go to the party," I said cheerfully and ran quickly to put on something else, when I came we joyfully sat in the car and moved to my destination, my birthday venue. 'Whoopee! I am so invigorated.' Yet, my joy doesn't keep going for such a long time. After some time of driving continuously, I heard an uproarious bang. Ahhhhhhh!!!! That truck hit our car. Also, in the following second my head began humming and darkness took my eyes away from my consciousness.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

The atmosphere was thick with rituals, with rules she couldn’t begin to understand. “Welcome to the Dark Hour,” Edwardo announced proudly, his voice echoing off the walls. All heads turned toward me. Their gazes were hungry, curious, some mocking. She straightened her spine, refusing to shrink beneath their hard glare, even though every instinct screamed at her to run. “What is this?” Leah whispered, her voice barely steady. Edwardo leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “It’s where power is tested, secrets are traded, and lives…” He let the pause linger, his lips curling. “…lives are gambled.”

Ernest said. "January or February," Don said. "The darkest month or the one after. I want to experience the dark properly, not at its edges." He looked at the book. "The book says that the people of northern Norway have a word for the quality of light in the winter dark. It translates roughly to 'the blue hour' but that is not accurate. The quality is specific to the winter, to the snow reflecting what little light there is, to the particular angle of the sun when it is below the horizon but not far below." He looked at Ernest. "I want to see that. Not read about it. See it."

Hard. Darkness swallowed me whole.

Toward silence, and waiting, and the final, inevitable reckoning. The game wasn't over. It was just entering its darkest hour before dawn.

But this t ime for each other. For the life we’d steal back. One step at a time. Into the dark. Toward the light.

The force pushing me to give in to the darkness is stronger, so I do, I let the darkness envelop me, hoping when I wake up, it will be just a terrible nightmare. ____