Into The Darkness Novels & Stories

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.’’

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.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

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.

He fell into that abyss, swallowed whole and silent, dropping toward a place with no light and no echo. Damon’s world went dark. “Damon! Someone call the healer!”

hope to find him again. All around me is darkness, but this light, I can feel it. Our connection. I grab hold of the light, and cautiously take a step into the dark. I don't know why, but I'm scared of this darkness. Normally, I'm not scared, but there is something terribly heavy in this one... It feels like it's watching me. Waiting for me to fail. It doesn't want me to leave. But the only way to get out of this darkness is to follow the light through the darkness.

Nyra Darkness did not ask permission when it forced its way into my life. It didn’t knock, didn’t beg for entry. It needed no words, no promises. It simply pressed down on me, like the damp, cold mist that seeps through cracks in the stone. Like the bitterness that gathers over the years, silently suffocating every dream I ever dared to hold.

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.

"Please." I succumbed into the cold darkness that was calling me to rest. A darkness that told me that it would help me erase my current life for just a little while.

Raven sits across from Clara at the kitchen table, sunlight catching in her hair like it’s trying to crown her. The journals are spread out in front of her, old, worn, humming with magic, and she’s leaning forward, absorbing every word Clara says like it’s oxygen. And I’m trying not to lose my mind. Because Clara keeps saying things like “enter the darkness” and “walk into the Hallow” and “unmake what was made.” And all I can think is: