Le Temes Ala Oscuridad Novels & Stories

He swiftly flew into the pitch-black night, aiming to escape in the chaos. Adrian did not pursue Osseus. He watched as the man disappeared into the darkness, his eyes revealing a subtle and inscrutable cunning. "There's an even more astonishing gift waiting for you!" Osseus activated the last traces of black gas in his body, allowing him to move at an extremely fast speed—faster than an ordinary person. In the dark night, he was like a lingering shadow. In no time at all, he vanished into the vast wilderness. After some time passed, Osseus realized that he was far from Apollo Citadel. Without the danger looming over him, his consciousness began to recover. Gasping for breath, he looked aroun

Gary turned his head, those slashing silver eyes meeting Damonq’s. They were both eager for the hunt. Men like them didn’t sit around talking. They weren’t diplomatic. They left that to the leaders, like their prince in the Mountains, and Tensel, the acknowledged leader here in the United States. “It is best if we test our theory before condemning Amelia,” Tensel acknowledged. “I believe Darkness has found a way to control her, just as all of you do, but I would prefer proof.” “We can set a trap for Darkness,” Damonq said. “Using me as bait.”

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost

We were losing ground rapidly. Feeling the urgency of the situation, I focused on summoning the Dark, as Rukky had taught me. The ongoing battle roared around us; wolves clashed, teeth gnashed, and destruction unfolded in every direction. The night sky, typically serene, now loomed in an inky blackness, a manifestation of the darkness that engulfed it. It wasn't a mere absence of light; it was a tangible entity, weaving through the air and shrouding the moon from our view. In the midst of the turmoil, I persisted in my efforts to summon the Dark while remaining conscious. The air crackled with the intensity of the ongoing struggle, and the outcome hung in the balance as the forces of light a

The weight of Alden's words and the unknown challenges ahead casting a heavy shadow on their hearts. As they ventured deeper into the temple, the dimly lit hallway started to shift, its walls morphing like liquid. The flickering torches lining the walls went out one by one, leaving them in complete darkness. The silence was palpable, interrupted only by their cautious footsteps and anxious breaths. Suddenly, a deep rumbling echoed throughout the chamber, the ground beneath them starting to tremble. From the darkness, an ethereal voice whispered, sending shivers down their spines, "The Temple of Truths does not give answers freely."

The wind blows mildly, bearing the scent of half winter half spring night. Sounds of rustling leaves mixed in a bit with the blowing wind making a melody of stillness and peace, kind like a lullaby. She looks up the evening sky and shivered at the coldness of the night. The sky was a bit unclear, stars are merely visible due to fogginess and she could only see a faint glow of yellow light underneath the cloud that covers moon. Her eyes shifted on her surroundings. It was dark. There were lamps but neither of them generates light. Tombs are neatly aligned on both sides. Some have withered flowers and unlighted candles, while most of them have none.

About Tiziano — who had been quieter than usual in recent days in the specific way he was quiet when he was managing something he hadn't shared, which I had noted and filed and had decided to address after rather than before because before was not the moment for it. After. There would be an after. I intended to be present for it. I stood. Turned the lamp off. The room went dark except for the city light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows — the ambient glow of a city that never went completely dark, that maintained its own dim luminescence through the deep hours as though it needed to keep seeing itself. I stood in the dark of the room for a moment. Then I picked up my phone.

I can still smell the burning corpse. I clenched my fists and tightened my tie, as beautiful as she was I belonged in the shadows now fighting against the devil. No siren could pull me away.

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

He added stiffly before I could say anything, "We're secretly married, so I don't want her to know about your existence. You two should move out first." "Are you that impatient?" I said coldly. I was planning to leave soon anyway. Couldn't they wait at least a few days? Alexander's face darkened, and his brows furrowed tightly. "Cecilia, mind your attitude! I'm your Alpha! I told you that your status is not worthy of being my Luna!" I was his fated mate, yet I was being treated like a shameful mistress in the shadows. Nonetheless, it had been three days. He had given his acquiescence for me to leave the pack, and he had signed the "Bond Termination Agreement."