Le Temes Ala Oscuridad Novels & Stories

Chapter 123 — Fighting with the Flame ~ARIA~ PALERMO — BLACK SUN OUTSKIRTS 03:47 A.M. The night air clung to Matteo’s skin like cold metal. The city’s crumbling ruins sprawled in front of him, their jagged silhouettes outlined by the dim glow of street lamps. The Black Sun’s last stronghold was hidden in the heart of this forsaken place—surrounded by decaying buildings and the remnants of a war long thought over. The asset was buried beneath layers of lies and broken men, but Matteo knew what lay beneath: one last thread of the Umbra empire, the final piece to burn.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

She is still working on an unconscious Lothaire. Taking his condition to mind, Willow stepped out, arming herself to the teeth. She has everything that she may need on her now. That is... what she can carry. Dusk fell slowly, bringing the sense of doom with it. The sky turned a fiery orange as if alerting all underneath, it to be wary of this day before changing to a darker shade. "It's time," Willow muttered under her breath, standing straight, looking at the horizon as it slowly clouded with people.

Chapter 57: The Abyss The darkness was absolute. Liam and Xal'dar were swallowed whole, their consciousness adrift in a void of nothingness. The sensation was both terrifying and liberating, a paradoxical experience that defied logic. They felt a pull, a force that seemed to draw them deeper into the abyss. Their bodies felt weightless, their minds racing with fear and uncertainty. They were lost, adrift in a cosmic ocean of darkness. A faint glimmer of light appeared in the distance, a beacon in the endless void. They reached out towards it, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they drew closer, the light grew brighter, revealing a strange, alien landscape.

“Okay. On the next moon, Ladzgery Tyndale will not be able to use his soul magic. That is the day we begin the coup d'etat.” SALS VILLAGE IN DISTRICT DARK Alicia tried hard to keep her gaze locked on the convoluted road, the floating tears blurred her sight, if it were not for her trusty steed she would have crashed into some shrubs a while ago. Behind her she could faintly hear Reenes voice calling her, for a slight moment she saw a dim flash of blue light cut across her vision then disappear as quickly as it appeared. She wished the path would constringe her and swallow her out of existence. She knew the villagers’ play was all for gags but she didnt know why it got to her.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

The corruption surrounding him lashed out immediately. Black resonance snapped toward her like living claws. The guardian moved beside her. "Focus on the bond." Althea reached for Lucien's hand. The moment their skin touched— pain exploded through her. The world vanished. The Keep disappeared. The battle disappeared. The mountain disappeared. Everything disappeared. Darkness. Endless darkness. Then slowly— a landscape emerged. Althea found herself standing beneath a black sky. Silver cracks stretched across the horizon like fractures in glass. The ground beneath her looked like broken memories fused together.