Loght Novels Novelas e Histórias

I had never written it down. ​"It wasn't a nightmare, was it, Sarah?" Victor sneered, stepping closer until his face was inches from mine, trapping me against the heavy wooden bookshelf in the darkest corner of the library. "It was a memory. A prophecy. And the man holding the lamp in the dark..." ​He smiled, a dark, wicked grin that bared his teeth. ​"...is standing right in front of you." ​I pressed my back as hard as I could against the dusty leather books on the shelf behind me, my breath coming in ragged gasps as Victor’s shadow completely swallowed the light around me. ​The nightmare was real. And it was closing its jaws around my neck.

Thomas said, “Open them slowly.” My heart hammered against my chest. I opened my eyes slowly, and the light I hadn’t seen in over a decade flooded my vision. I could see blurry silhouettes shifting in front of me. I could see a window. I could see the flowers. I could see the sunlight, trees, and birds outside the window. I could see them all. “I can see… Dr. Thomas, Julian, I can see!” This was a moment I had waited over a decade for. Dr. Thomas hurriedly said, “You mustn’t cry. Your eyes cannot handle any irritation right now.”