Luz En Tinieblas Novels & Stories

“This paint is called Tenebris.” Selene’s voice from the mic sounded orotund, she held her script as she tries to stop her hand from trembling. “My inspiration came from a metaphor of person who was struggling to see from the dark, and when she walked over, and over with no sense of direction, no sense of purpose, she saw a dot of light from afar.” Selene walked to the opposite side of the stage. “And when she saw it, she started hoping, she started to run towards it, trying to chase it, all the time that she had been surrounded by darkness seemed insignificant.”

Parking slot of an old house Alexandra found she was tied up in a dark room. Her eyes could see only dark, not sure if she was blindfolded or it was really nothing but darkness. Actually she was feeling numb all over her body, almost like an unconscious person. She didn't know what was going on. But one thing she knew for sure, she was drugged.

With the question laid bare for all to see, Lila felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "What are you implying?" "Getting defensive, are we? My mistake, not the God of Water then. Perhaps the God of Fire? It's a simple question. Do you think we're all blind?" Near tears, Lila frantically tugged at Rein's and Calder's cloaks. "Please speak up. They can insult me, but how can they disrespect you like that?" Rein's brow creased slightly; looking at Lila then, he found her coarse and utterly vexing.

Light flooding the clearing. _*]:min-w-0"> And in that light, she saw them. Eyes. Dozens of pairs. Glowing in the darkness beyond the tree line. _*]:min-w-0"> Watching. Waiting. Surrounding. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's breath caught in her throat. _*]:min-w-0"> She'd walked into a trap. _*]:min-w-0"> And she had no idea how to get out. _*]:min-w-0">

the cold breeze turned into warm. the lightning turned dull due to the glowness in her eyes of pleasure..... our souls united with pleasure..... our bodies united with love.... The night felt love in the light dim.. The room was shattered with her voice in the pain mixed with love ... thunder rattles the teeth of the sky and slanting rain drops hit the windows hard like a drive by shooting blinding bursts of lightning x-ray the bones of night all the while you and I are cozily safe indoors busy creating waves

Did somebody step over his remains like I had done so many times tonight? I couldn’t figure out how long I had been down here. Without light and consumed by isolation, time lost all meaning. It could have been an hour or five. Every few minutes lightning would pierce through the small basement windows and for half a second I could see the small space I was in but then it was gone and I was back to being blind. I tried to count the flashes. One…two…three.

"The morning will bring the fight. But tonight, we are home." Lydia closed her eyes. The white light inside her dimmed to a soft, golden glow. She fell asleep to the sound of the wind, knowing that the next time she opened her eyes, the world would never be the same.

EVERYTHING is dark and dreary. Cyrille can’t see anything as she continues on her long path to an unknown place. “Where the hell am I?” she asked herself, her body gasping for breath in fear as she kept making efforts to see in the darkness of space. As her body filled with fear due to the darkness, she kept on walking until she stumbled upon a tiny stray of light. At the time, she felt at ease because the stray light she saw helped make her step faster and faster, and the light she saw grew larger and brighter. She was able to reach the source of the light after a few seconds of walking, and there she saw a beautiful man lying on the altar.

This darkness is kind of cruel in itself, and would never let anyone belong to it to break free from its shadow! “I barely stop the darkness, but it's not enough,” he continued as the fireflies been weakened, and their light is one of a dim. The absence of the darkness that is spread away made them somewhat barely survive. Their light haven't that bursting and blinding than ever, and is now flickering to distinguish. The man in black suit slowly turn away, and as he fully turn his back from the dim place, he said with undying authority, “My army, my Negin, this is the time you have waiting for!”

The faint illumination becomes a lifeline, a guiding beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. I tighten my grip on the flashlight, feeling the coolness of its metal against my skin, anchoring me to the present moment. With determination in each step, I leave the storage room, the flashlight's beam casting a flickering glow on Lucian's figure. Wearing a black pants, but his bare chest reveals a stark contrast to his wounded state.