Luz En Tinieblas Novels & Stories

As she fell deeper into the abyss, she couldn't shake the feeling that they had stumbled upon something far more sinister than they could have ever imagined. As Cassia's senses adjusted to the darkness, she heard faint murmurs echoing around her. "Tharin? Elysia?" she called out, her voice barely audible over the din. "I'm here," Tharin's voice replied, sounding distant. "But I can't see a thing. Are you okay?" "I think so," Cassia replied, her voice trembling slightly. "But I can't see anything either." Suddenly, a dim light flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the cavern walls. Cassia's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the glow of the crystals they had seen before.

The lights go out first.Not flicker.Not dim. Just,gone. Every candle. Every bulb. Every fragile illusion of warmth hallowpine ever pretended to have. Darkness crashes down like a held breath finally released. Ruby swears. Gideon whispers a prayer that sounds older than language. Lucien’s shadow stretches, alive now, coiling protectively around us. I don’t move.Because the silver under my skin is screaming. Not pain.Recognition. “Don’t,” I whisper.

He was just one more traveler, adding his own story to this silent chronicle of human endeavor. The darkness pressed in on him, a suffocating blanket that threatened to smother his spirit. He pulled out a small, salvaged lantern, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows that writhed and twisted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. The light was meager, barely enough to illuminate a few feet ahead, but it was enough, he told himself, enough to keep him moving forward.

The following morning, the sky bore a hazy gray shroud. Rain tapped gently against the cathedral’s stained-glass windows as the air hung with a chill that seeped into the bones. Isabella stood in the hallway of the church’s eastern wing, her gaze fixed on the statue of Saint Lucia—protector of vision and light. There was something poetic about it, something that echoed her current torment: clarity through affliction.

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.

“You’re a lucky one. Someone will make very good use of that fire one day.” Pelin shot upright, heat rushing to her face. “W-what does that even mean?” Pareia only winked, her hips swaying lazily as she turned away, swagging with deliberate irritation. “You will figure it out, I’m sure” she said light hearted.I cleared my throat and smiled as I gave Pelin a subtle side glance, “Ehmn, Light. The answer is light. A candle flies without wings. It cries and melts without having eyes. And wherever a candle goes, it brings light and eliminates the darkness.”

the other Lydia says in my mind, her voice distant yet firm. I grit my teeth and reach forward again. This time, I let myself fall into the light completely. It feels like stepping straight into the heart of the sun. The heat devours everything. I can’t breathe, can’t think. My body feels like it’s breaking apart. My scream never leaves my lips, swallowed by the blinding brilliance. My skin dissolves, my blood turns to mist, my bones shatter. The pain is unbearable, but somewhere deep within it, I understand—it isn’t the light destroying me, it’s the poison burning out of me. Every piece of darkness Baron left behind is turning to ash.

Elena burst through the doors of the twins' suite, her heart pounding, her mind racing. Lily and Leo were asleep in their beds, their faces peaceful, their breathing slow and even. They looked so innocent, so fragile, so pure. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting silver patterns across their small forms. Elena crossed to them, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch their faces. She could feel it—a faint pulse of darkness, barely perceptible, but unmistakable. It was there, lurking beneath their skin, waiting to grow. The warmth of their skin was tainted by a cold that shouldn't exist.

But it felt like a good option to take a break from the storm before I faint on the road and under the pouring sky. Life was unexpected in the lonely house and even if there was any then I would have ended it to save mine because no one was trustworthy. The fucking gate was hard to open while holding the bleeding wound and trying to stand on weak legs. It was frustrating then that an angelic voice fell on my ears, overpowering the voice of thunder in the sky. It had that much power! I blinked my eyes to see the source but fucking blurred eyes didn't allow. Those delicate hands dragged me inside while I was drifting in and out of the darkness. Those delicate hands touched my wounds and healed

‎ ‎The lights. ‎The bulbs. ‎The hallway lamps. ‎The garage floodlights. ‎The security systems. ‎ ‎Everything. ‎ ‎Someone had cut the power. ‎ ‎The darkness rushed in like a wave. ‎ ‎I gasped, reaching out blindly. “Zayden?” ‎ ‎Hands brushed mine firm, warm before gripping my wrist. ‎ ‎“I’m here,” he said, his voice low and steady in the pitch-black room. ‎ ‎And then, from somewhere far in the darkness of the building…