Los Ojos De La Oscuridad Novels & Stories

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.

Ella suddenly spoke in the middle of the silence so Lilibeth immediately looked at her as she closed her eyes and inhaled the air due to annoyance she wiped her face and turned forward again. ----+ Not far away from where they stopped, there were the red eyed deads who were waiting for them to approach and they were more than a hundreds. A kind of red eyed dead which is also called 'sleeping red eyed dead' but its hearing is wide awake, so they can also climb trees and run faster compared to the normal people. They just so happy with the fact that they don't have any babies to cary on. "AHHHHHH"Ella's deafening scream suddenly rang out after she stepped on something in her shoes

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!!”

Embrace the darkness, for it is where your true power lies. I’m slipping. I feel it—my soul unraveling, piece by piece. My body shudders with the effort to fight it, but it’s getting harder. The shadows are closing in, the weight of them dragging me under. My vision blurs again, my mind swimming in the sea of darkness. Then I hear it—Diego’s voice. A murmur, steady and strong, cutting through the chaos. “Stay with me, Henry. Focus on me.” His words are like a flicker of light in the distance, fragile but enough to make me hold on. To fight, just for a moment longer.

-God, love of my life and death," she whispered, while the sky shared her tears as well. Many bodies have turned into piles of ashes, but that doesn't mean that their souls have been lost, after all there is always a new host, right? Eyes of vengeance A pair of black eyes with blood-ruby opened before a square mirror with gold flowers and emeralds marqueted around them, there black hair wavy to the waist swayed slightly and where a girl also looked at herself, and when she smiled at her reflection her fangs shone brighter than gold. PLAYLIST FOR THIS VOLUME Raquel and Marcus: The Game- Lacuna Coil Raquel and Julio Cesar: Violence - Blink 182 Miranda and Julio Cesar: If You Only Knew - Shined

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w

And now, it was waking up. A crack appeared in the sky. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Pure black. The darkness split reality open. Everyone stepped back instinctively. Because something was looking through. A single eye. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Larger than entire worlds. The eye stared into existence. Watching. Studying. Remembering. Nova's heart stopped. Not literally. But close enough. Because the moment she saw that eye, every memory inside her reacted. Every soul. Every possibility.

The crack went across the way. Maybe he was only two meters wide. And yet he seemed endlessly deep. There was no earth down there. No rock. Just darkness. And in the middle of this darkness the eye slowly opened. Silver. Living. Unbelievable. Mara couldn't look away. The eye looked straight to her. Not to Lyra. Not to Jonas. Not to Eva. To her. The ground vibrated under her feet. Another heartbeat. This time closer.

Then all the lamps went out. Only the refrigerator was still buzzing. And in the dark we heard it. A slow blink. Not with the ears. With a little deeper. Open and close. Like a Lid. I fell on my knees. My breathing was flat. Then I saw it. Not really. Rather inside my head. An eye. Golden. Too big. It looked straight to me from darkness. And a voice — small, clear, peaceful — spoke in my interior: “Mama, you let the wrong one go.”