Los Ojos De La Oscuridad Novels & Stories

the lights went off in the lab, it was the time when they had to switch to the backup power. Olivia opened the pod first, she turned to pick the tranquilizer on the chair. his eyes flicked open , they were white, like that of the woman chanting spells, Olivia did'nt see his eyes, cuz the lights were out, and only the red emergency light was on, when she was about to touch him, his eyes glowed red, his wolf eyes, then it went back to it's beautiful shade of Chestnut-brown.

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

My right eye was completely black, with dark veins snaking across my skin, while my left eye was partially black, revealing a dark green hue that suggested I was being consumed by darkness. I cursed myself for my foolish idea of confronting Ruth alone. A strange sensation emanated from my left eye, and I found myself unable to stop thinking about Michael. To my astonishment, my left eye shifted back to a dark green hue. It was then I realized that Michael represented my light, and I could still overcome this darkness within me. As dizziness washed over me, I noticed my eyes transforming to white in the mirror. *My dear, what is taking you so long? The time is now, come down.*” Ruth's voice e

~ SIERRA ~ Dark. There was nothing but darkness for miles. Sierra couldn’t see anything in front of her. The last thing she remembered was seeing Raphael holding a gun to Colton's back and she jumped as fast as she could. The loud piercing sound of the gun cut through the air and that was it. Everything turned dark after that.

Cold. That’s what the rogue's eyes had left me feeling—cold and stripped bare. Ever since he'd opened them, I couldn’t shake the unnatural clarity in those blank, colorless irises. There was no shade, no light, only an endless gray like mist over a barren field. It was terrifying and…utterly enthralling. Each time his gaze shifted, I caught hints of some deeper struggle within him, flashes of purple that came and went, like tiny fissures on the surface of calm water. I told myself it was only his inner turmoil spilling through, but even now, his image haunted me, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

My eyelids grew heavier, the blackness swallowing more and more of my sight. I fought to hang on. Fought to stay. But the world was torn away. And all I heard before the world went dark. Was Rocco screaming my name.

The intensity of his gaze is like a lighthouse cutting through the darkness. “My babies…” I murmur, my voice barely coming out as a wave of terror settles in my heart. “Save my ba…” The sentence dies on my lips, dragged away by the pain. Darkness begins to claim me, like an uncontrollable tide pulling everything into the abyss. I see Luther’s expression twist in despair, but I can no longer keep my eyes open; my vision becomes a blur as the reality around me fades.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

At first, it's only a faint whisper like a brush against my ear, but then it becomes louder and stronger until it's screaming, calling me home — the call of the gate. I'm not aware of the smoke and darkness surrounding me and filling the room, because right now, darkness is all I can see as my mind travels toward the call. My mind shifts through the darkness fast, black thick clouds whip past my vision. A faint orange glow is visible in the distance, and the further I go toward the call, the brighter and redder it becomes until I suddenly break through the darkness and see the flames of hell and the burning red gate covered in black soot.

Elena stared at the figure before her, her own face, aged and hollow, eyes burning with cold fire. The Crystal of Light trembled in her hands, its glow flickering like a dying flame, casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls of the ritual chamber. The air around her grew thick, suffocating, pressing against her lungs with each labored breath. "You are the First Darkness," she breathed, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed through the chamber like a thunderclap.