Leon Kennedy Infinite Darkness Novels & Stories

He touched her through the fabric and sent her spinning her off into an exotic world she didn’t come away from for a long, long time. Afterward, Electa stared up into the all-consuming darkness enfolding them and hoped, prayed, that in giving him the benefit of the doubt about Maribel, she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.

Kyle interrupted. "I heard the queen wanted it to be a secret. Hidden from the trolls. Anyways I'd like to keep my hopes up. Hope for the future. Hope that if ever Queen Aurora and King Sindrion are defeated, there'd still be a light in the darkness. Hope that the balance will forever be maintained. And hope for the well-being of the world." Tonya poured out. "Me too, I would like to think the same. A light in the darkness. That's something worth holding on to." I gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Although Kyle's words were more likely to be true, I would like to have some hope.

- the librarian came close to the leader and, looking at point-blank range, said. Alud, no doubt I can say this is a true person - the prophet of the dark world. - But the dark ones do not have prophets, how can this be, especially a person? Alud says in a puzzled voice. - I do not have an answer to this question, but I am sure it is so, I have already allowed myself the audacity to establish surveillance of this man. - Duk chatters. - Oh, yes, of course you did everything right, buddy, perhaps he is somehow connected with all this lawlessness in the city. Alud turned the book thoughtfully and noticed the author's name: Conrod Konskin.

I promise I'll find you again, Angel and you will be loved this time. I'll be better man for you. I promise! The darkness finally took over.

And the last thing that runs through my mind as I allow the darkness to consume me is…Ronan. Ronan.

Then— Darkness.

When I enter, I quietly close the door behind me and fish for the lock in the darkness, my hands shaking so much I almost give up and cry. Once I've finally locked myself in the dark room that I have no idea of what it's purpose is, I run my hands over the wall and find the light switch. All the lights flicker to life in an instant and a rather large movie room is revealed. Even with all the perfectly laid out blankets, comfy-looking chairs, a gigantic movie screen and a snack bar, the first thing I notice is the 'emergency exit' sign and it's bright red lighting.

“Yes. I’ve always known that Kennedy deserved a better mate than me, someone like Henry perhaps. But just because she got stuck with me and I wasn’t strong enough to deny the gift that was given to me, it doesn’t mean that she has to suffer with my darkness.” He looks at me for a long moment. “I don’t think you’re a dark person, Quirin. You carry your darkness like a penance, like a cloak that you wrap yourself in. But you underestimate my daughter’s strength. I'd bet that Kennedy's brightness, her light, is much stronger than your darkness. Open yourself to her and let yourself be happy. Surrender to her in a way that you would never surrender to another person. Believe me, she will give yo

Darkness consumed everything. Lena gasped, reaching for something—anything—but there was nothing to hold onto. The ground beneath her had vanished, replaced by an abyss that stretched endlessly in all directions. A chilling wind howled through the void, carrying echoes of voices, whispers that slithered into her mind. She wasn’t alone. Cassian’s voice cut through the darkness. “Lena?” “I’m here!” she called, heart hammering. “Where are you?” No answer.

The night air hits me in the face at once, and I stand, frozen there for a brief moment. Kennedy makes a choking, gurgling noise as if he’s in pain, and reality comes rushing back in. My eyes finally see what’s in front of me. There are two sets of shoes. One pair is black, polished, and clean. The other pair appears to be immersed in dirt and blood. Focusing on the dirty boots, I slowly drag my eyes up until they land on Kennedy’s face. He looks like shit, and his grey eyes are screaming at me in terror and rage.