Los Ojos De La Oscuridad Novels & Stories

I say, the word slipping out. Silvano stills. Slowly, he turns toward me. His eyes meet mine. It feels like I'm being dragged into the darkness in his eyes, but his eyes are the most attractive eyes I have ever set my eyes on. He looks very violent, like he could destroy anything that gets in his way. He looks back at the Micheal. “Leave,” he says quietly. He hesitates. “if you ever set your eyes on her again, she will be the last thing you ever see” Silvano’s voice is much darker now. A normal woman would have been frightened by now except I have never been normal. He's protecting me. Is the only thing my brain manages to process from everything happening “ He makes a run. Then– Silence fal

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

Blinking my eyes a few times, I look around as darkness starts to cast over the new land. Lachesis comes over without my noticing and wraps her cold fingers around my wrist, sending shivers of death to move through me. “Beware of the darkness that is not dark.” She whispers to me, the sound carrying straight to my ears on the wind. “The snake hides in the light, but thrives in the dark.” Lachesis suddenly breaks from the trance that had taken her over, her hand quickly dropping from my arm as she moves her head around in confusion. She looks over in my direction, her brow furrowed as if she has no idea how she had gotten over to where we are currently standing.

This was pleasant. I felt calm. I gradually give in to the Darkness with each breath.I could feel the darkness within me rise to the surface as midnight descended even further, taking up everything I could see and making the air feel deadly calm. My gaze shifted to the opposite side of the bed, where the lycan king was still asleep. The notion of him being so exposed to me now made me smile nefariously. You could hear the cheers and the mirth from the celebration going on downstairs. They were smiling, laughing, and generally happy. If only they realized that I was going to put an end to their happiness so quickly. Silently, so as not to wake the lycan, I got out of bed and walked across to

Every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat, every faint sound of the old house amplified to a crescendo of impending doom. As dawn slowly broke, painting the sky outside in soft, pearlescent hues, Amara rose, feeling a profound exhaustion that settled deep into her bones. Her reflection in one of the gilded mirrors showed a pale, haunted face, framed by wild, tangled hair. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, were wide and shadowed, a mirror of the fear twisting inside her. She stared at them, remembering Dante’s words. You have your mother’s eyes. She’d never thought much about it. People said she looked like her, but Amara had dismissed it as the usual family resemblance. Now, it felt like a

As the wolves crept closer, she whispered softly — a voice trembling with memory and power: > “When crimson rains and moonlight dies, The Dark shall walk where silence lies. The Child of Dusk shall choose the path, Between the Sun’s love and the Dark One’s wrath. But death must come to light once sworn, Before the God of Dreams is born.” The ground shuddered. A low growl rolled through the forest — deep, ancient, alive. The wolves froze mid-step. Whining, backing away, they turned and vanished into the fog. Rhea’s eyes widened as the growl grew louder, vibrating through her bones. It came from behind her. She turned — slowly. Beyond the edge of the mist, the ground split open. A shadow began

Christophe whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst. “Chris...” She trembled against him. “Tell me…” His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her. “Don’t stop!” Lara didn’t recognize the desperate edge in her own voice. And suddenly, she was free. Christophe lounged back against the pillows and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes. Wildly disorientated, Lara stared back, not understanding anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.

Moving his eyes from the top of the page, Jake studied the inscriptions below it, all of which were in English. The forces of darkness prowl undetected and should man fall into their path or become connected to them in any way could lead in certain doom for them. On the night of horrors so shall the forces of darkness unite to reign and unleash their wrath under the scarlet light with the purpose of destroying the Mirantibus vivlío but one obstacle stands in their and always has. el tercer ojo As if the book understood that Jake was done reading, it then shut itself, with the pentacle glowing again.

The wind blows mildly, bearing the scent of half winter half spring night. Sounds of rustling leaves mixed in a bit with the blowing wind making a melody of stillness and peace, kind like a lullaby. She looks up the evening sky and shivered at the coldness of the night. The sky was a bit unclear, stars are merely visible due to fogginess and she could only see a faint glow of yellow light underneath the cloud that covers moon. Her eyes shifted on her surroundings. It was dark. There were lamps but neither of them generates light. Tombs are neatly aligned on both sides. Some have withered flowers and unlighted candles, while most of them have none.