Los Ojos De La Oscuridad Novels & Stories

Lucia stopped when the next moment, the entire place was filled with mist and I could not see anything aside from the white mist blocking my eyesight from seeing my surroundings. "Lucia? Are you still there? Orion?" I panicked. I haven't read about River of Flames much and I'm afraid that we would just suddenly be poisoned by this mist or there is something that will suddenly swallow us whole while we stood there. "I'm here, Ophelia. I'm fine. It's just, I'm a little uncomfortable that I can't see anything. This mist is getting to my nerves," I heard Lucia. "Orion?" I called but no one answered. So I talked to Raja in my mind.

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

We watch on as a blast of black energy erupts from Azadou’s body, straight up, swallowing the sun in darkness and plunging the field and the Earth itself into instant darkness. This isn’t the darkness of night; this is like being swallowed by the shadows themselves. Even I can barely see through this darkness. I can hear the sounds of those fighting against the eyti becoming overwhelmed by their force, unable to see what they’re fighting. But the eyti don’t need eyes to seek their prey, they can sniff them out.

The chairs rattled against the floorboards and the windows slammed violently in their frames, but I didn't dare stop. Stopping meant death. “By moon unlit and shadow crowned, reveal the wound that can’t be seen with naked eyes. Reveal the death already lurking in the troubled soul, reveal the truth. Sanguis. Umbra. Veritas.” Suddenly, the room went silent. ​ I blinked, gasping for air. "Did it fail...?" Before I could say anything else, my vision went completely black, and a circle of burning, crimson runes appeared before my darkened eyes.

Only a narrow gap remained between two fingers, through which his monstrous eyes—those of a creature of darkness—were visible. Nocturnus’s eyes were black abysses, without pupils. The darkness emanating from his gaze was palpable, a force that seemed to drain the vital essence of everything around him. As he laughed, the sound was a horrid echo reverberating through the air, laden with malice and sadistic pleasure. “The Hybrid is mine, warrior of the moon,” the God bellowed, pointing a finger in my direction. “You are the only intruder in this domain.”

It's dark. Nothing but emptiness and loneliness. So dark is all my eyes could see. The only time is when bright white light casts its rays and blinds me as black silhouettes appear. There are no faces except menacing red eyes. Their bodies are the color of the darkroom. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. "Grab her," says one in a husky, dark female tone, almost demonic.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Sleep takes me fast. And for the first time in six days I dream. Not about stone walls or grey light or masks. About a hall. About light coming through windows that have been closed for sixty years. About a man at the end of it... waiting.

I whimper inwardly in fear as I stare at his eyes which had no remorse. “Darkness will envelope your future.” Cortèz chanted those words and my mouth released a scream as soon as he released me. In a split second right before I fell, my eyes widened in disbelief when I saw Olivia stabbing Cortèz from behind him with a knife which looked big and gold-like. “America!!”