Lights Out: An Into Darkness Novel Novels & Stories

Laura's point of view: I didn’t lie when I claimed to be familiar with darkness lately! I mean, it’s always the same. I don’t remember how or when I ended up sleeping, but once I’m asleep, I move on to the darkest zone in my mind. Right now, I’m sitting in the dark zone waiting for what will come next. Matter of fact, I didn’t have to wait for too long since in a matter of seconds, a strong light attacked my eyes, revealing both Alan and Amira.

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

Darkness. That was the first thing Lena felt. Not cold. Not pain. Not even fear. Just a crushing, suffocating darkness, wrapping around her mind like a heavy blanket she couldn’t lift. Her eyelashes fluttered. A groan slipped from her lips. The world was blurry—shapes, shadows, a pulse of dim blue light. When she finally opened her eyes fully… she realized she wasn’t lying on snow anymore. She was inside a room. A small one.

'The Darkness is known to always do two things - take a life...and spare one.' 1871 The young girl woke in the dead of the night. It was unusual. She was always awakened by the first rays of morning. She could not see anything as she lied face up in her bed, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. Her breathing intensified as her eyes darted around, only to be met by more darkness, except for a small opening above her where a very faint light flowed in and she could hear the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze outside.

Lots of other rustling sounds could be heard from other parts of the forest, after all, the other night animals were also going out in search of food. I took a deep breath, drawing the crisp night air into my lungs. The night magic of nature around was not much weaker than during the day, therefore I also absorbed it with every cell in my body. I felt lighter immediately, as if all the problems that had been tormenting me a few minutes ago suddenly disappeared. I was not afraid of the dark or anything that could be lurking in it, after all, I was a sorceress, able to defend myself in case of need. Besides, I could not feel any dark energy anywhere, so I was able to freely enjoy the fresh air

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

“What?” I show them the phone. Damian swears under his breath. “He’s dead.” “Yes,” I say slowly. “But someone else just picked up the pen.” The lights flicker again. And this time, they don’t come back on. Chapter 37 POV: Lydia Hart Darkness has weight. It presses in on the room, thick and deliberate, as if the power outage is not a failure but a decision. The hum of the city outside is muted, distant, like London itself has stepped back to watch what happens next.

After quite some time, I’ve received a reply so my smile was so big and bright. Grant: Yes, I’m already sleeping by now. I smiled even more and slightly laugh at his playful remark. Me: Will you go to school tomorrow? Grant: Yes, Good night. Me: Goodnight, Grant. Sweet dreams… I shook my head as I turn off my phone. I also turned off the lights and covered myself with the comforter. I remember the guy a while ago. Am I going to tell Mama about it? What if he’s a bad person and killed me? At least Mama would have a clue as to who’s my murderer.

I tried to answer, to tell him to get up, to make sense of the spinning lights, but the world folded over me like a closing book. I went down. The last thing I registered before the dark closed in was the shape of the truck’s grill, monstrously close, and the staccato beat of a heart far too loud to be mine. Then nothing but a roar and the tidy, awful finality of falling. ~~~ Light. Too much of it. It burned against my eyelids like fire, dragging me out of the kind of darkness that didn’t feel like sleep — more like nothingness. The air around me hummed with machines, sterile and cold, and my body felt… wrong. Heavy. Distant.