Novel & Cerita Luz En Tinieblas

Pause. One flash. The distant light disappeared. For one terrifying moment. My heart sank. "Did we do something wrong?" Nobody answered. Because nobody knew. Then— the darkness ahead burst into gentle golden light. Not one lantern. Dozens. Tiny lights appeared one after another. Scattered across the horizon. Like stars rising from the sea instead of the sky. Hope caught her breath. "So many..." Elowen whispered. "They were hidden." Noah had already begun sketching furiously.

⸻ Then— A faint light appeared deeper within the tunnel. ⸻ Not lantern light. Not fire. ⸻ White. Cold. Artificial. ⸻ Elias froze instantly. ⸻ “No…” he whispered. ⸻ Damien’s eyes narrowed sharply. ⸻ “What is it?” ⸻ Elias stared ahead like he’d seen a ghost. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ The white light grew brighter. Closer. ⸻ Then a voice echoed through the darkness ahead. Calm.

"God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good." Rein wavered upon hearing that. However, the Demons' commander was merciless, forcing Lila to cough up blood, which tore at their hearts. "Release her! I'll do anything you ask if you just let her go!" Rein shouted. "Really? I've heard about the lotus tattoo on Elaya's waist. Carve it out for me."

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Liza reminded her as she pulled the blanket to cover her whole body like a cocoon. "I'm not sleepy," Nevea replied shortly. She kept staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, a thundering roar filled the night, and the power went out. The darkness was eerily quiet—no cars on the street, no lights on the road or the building. It was as if the world had disappeared. "Ne…Nevea, where are you?" Liza carefully enunciated each word as she spoke, her fear evident in her shaking voice.

She clung to Diego, his warmth and empathy becoming a lifeline in her darkest hours. As the night finally relinquished its hold, delicate tendrils of light began to gently brush the sky, signaling the gradual breaking of dawn. Soft hues of pink and orange slowly spread across the horizon, chasing away the remnants of darkness and casting a warm glow upon the world. The air was still and filled with anticipation, as if it held the promise of a new day dawning.

Something about it that made her want to keep it to herself. "Et lux in tenebris lucet." "What?" "It means, 'and light shines in darkness'." The male who had spoken was now in front of her. As custom for the night, he was wearing a mask just like they all were, and yet, through the light she could see the fire in his eyes. It made a rumble start in her stomach. "Is that a new pick up line?" He grinned as he reached her. "I just thought you'd appreciate the arts like I do." In his hands were two wine glasses. "I saw you around, and I must say —"

The sheer primitive need she was controlled by was closer to agony than ecstasy. “You’re mine... from this moment on,” Christophe spelled out roughly. “Tu es à moi… (French for ‘you are mine’) Lara collided with glittering dark eyes, unreadable in the moonlight, and her mouth ran suddenly dry, a shaft of returning sanity tightening her every muscle in rejection. But his hand slid over her quivering body, shattering her with her own response.