Luz En Tinieblas Novels & Stories

Just as Jane had said, the full moon was going to come quicker, and probably stay for a longer time; long enough for the evil Tenebris to do as he wishes. I stayed in the same sport, whispering the same four words to myself, over and over again. “Scarlett, please stay alive…” I kept saying, over and over and over again, until the skies went completely dark. The light everywhere went out, and everything was pitch black. There was no source of light in the world again, and I just knew that there was trouble.

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

*Zander* Why was there so much darkness everywhere that I couldn’t see a thing? I rubbed my eyes and blinked, trying to adjust, but it was useless. Spinning around, I searched desperately for a glimmer of light, for any sign of illumination, but there was nothing—just an endless void. Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed past me, forcing me to lift my arm to shield my eyes. The air was so powerful it pushed me back a step, but as it calmed slightly, I lowered my arm and glimpsed something—a faint glow ahead.

The sun is already setting in the sky, so soon it will be dark. But, that's what I want. I love nights. Why? Because it is dark, and I love darkness — I learned how to hug and love the darkness inside me. To the point that I think without the darkness I can't live. Because I know myself very well in that place. That room. That dark room—the darkness. Just like what the song is saying in Lithium. ~Here in the darkness I know myself~ As we go near the shore, I was startled when someone covered my eyes— a blindfold.

He focused on the memory of the sunlight hitting the ridge at dawn. "Let it go," Lucien whispered into the white light. "Let it all go." With a sound like a thousand glass panes shattering at once, the light collapsed. The room plunged into absolute, crushing darkness. Arthur’s voice broke the silence, jagged and breathless. "Did... did we win?" A long, heavy breath hitched in the darkness. Then, a soft, natural glow—not the ultraviolet of the grid, but the warmth of a dim emergency light—flickered to life.

His heartbeat thundered in his chest, the darkness closing in like a suffocating weight. Then, suddenly, a bright light began to glow in the distance, piercing the blackness. It grew steadily, illuminating the void around him. Luca’s mind raced back to the priest’s warning: When you see her light, bow down. Without a second thought, Luca fell to his knees, his head bowed low. The light was blinding, almost too bright to endure, but he kept his gaze down, refusing to look directly at it. The priest’s words echoed in his mind, reminding him of the importance of respect, of reverence.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

Like someone was typing it out One letter at a time. Then we come to you the lights went out. Complete darkness. Sofia cried softly in my arms. I couldn’t see anything Not Tomás. Not the hallway Not even my own hands. But I could hear it. Right in front of us. A step, Heavy Real, Unmistakable. And it wasn’t stopping.

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.

I murmured. As I struggled to make sense of the situation, a glimmer of hope flickered through the darkness. I could see faint rays of light creeping in from beneath the room's door. They were like thin, fragile threads of hope, promising that there was still a world beyond this cold, foreboding chamber.