Into The Darkness Novels & Stories

I arrive at the mountain just as the sun starts to set. The darkness of the cave terrifies me. Pulling out the light crystal, I entered the cave. The darkness seems to swallow the light because I still cannot see in front of my face. The darkness seems to pulse. All the light from the crystal appears to be absorbed. The deeper I go into the cave, the dimmer the crystal becomes. It isn’t long before it stops illuminating.

anything. But the darkness yields nothing. It remains stubbornly silent, stubbornly empty. Despair threatens to engulf me again, a cold, suffocating wave that threatens to drown my spirit. But I refuse to succumb. I refuse to let the darkness win. I am Christopher, and I am a survivor. I will not be broken. I will not be defeated. I will find a way out of this hellhole. And when I do, I will make them pay. The darkness may be my prison, but it will not be my grave. I will emerge from this darkness stronger, more determined, more ruthless than ever before.

The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out. "Risthor tiem uhlanor yreit." These miniscule droplets, converged into a long arm-length spiral lake, twisting and circling the white floating rocks, slowly seeping into them, soaking the crystals in deep blackness. These were what Ekron called: The Shards Of Darkness. His darkness. Another snap from his fingers, forced each shard to appear in front of a lord, a supposed demigod he had summon, and so did a key: brilliantly shimmering, fighting off the dark progeny from the shards beside it.

They knew what she could do. But they did not know her. They did not know Ina. The darkness descended around them, heavy and suffocating, as the van traveled over rough roads. The transition was slow, nearly imperceptible. The world beyond her unraveled and reformed, the borders of Lily's perception fading. The crushing burden of terror, rage, and powerlessness transformed into something else. Something dark. Something unencumbered. Her respiration grew slower. The knots in her muscles shifted—not in fatigue, but expectation.

All the while his figure continued to come in and out of focus like a broken disc. “I… I'm going to… kill you…” I rasped. Then, the darkness swallowed me. . . . SEBASTIAN — Later That Night I woke up to darkness. Not the kind you fall asleep in, wrapped in sheets, comforted by silence—but the kind that makes your skin crawl. The kind that reminded you too late that you weren’t meant to be here. My head throbbed. I blinked up at the dim flicker of a streetlight, hazy at first, until it solidified into something familiar. That damned park light. The one by the edge of the lot. Yellow, dying, always buzzing like it had something to say but couldn’t get the words out.

I trailed off, fighting the darkness that wanted to take me into its embrace, "Please take me to them or I'll lose them... Just like I lost my son." With that, the darkness won the battle and took me into its unwanted embrace,

a voice in her head tried to assert her consciousness. Rina knows who it is, Lydia is trying to kick in her consciousness and take the lead. The woman refuses to let her being controlled by an unknown woman who only causes her misery. Her consciousness faded as soon as the voice in the darkness of her heart suffocated her. Scaring her from doing anything, her toxic suggestion drowned her. * * *

I guess, I would be sleeping again in full lights tonight. I sighed, I wrapped my body in my blanket and tried to close my eyes, trying to convince myself to fall asleep and almost an hour ago I was visited by drowsiness that had become so unbearable. Darkness. That’s all I can see; with a trembling body and rumbling stomach I keep knocking on the door and calling whoever for help. "L-Let me go!" I cried violently, kicking the door. "D-Don't hurt Ate!" Still, I heard no response. The darkness spread more throughout the room because as the sky darkened, the light that fled from outside disappeared.

Forgive everyone, and hopefully, when you remember everything, you will be able to forgive my husband, your father, Ronaldo. Sheena.. Good name for a beautiful lady like you. In comparison to life, you resemble a wild flower. Let's call it 'Life in Darkness.' Life is full of loss, pain, hatred, and rage. Life is full of darkness, and we have no idea where the light is. The light of hope. But I'm confident that a ray of hope will shine into your life. The path to the real world. Child, I apologize for leaving you and Cristina alone. It hurts, but it must be accepted.

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.