Luz En Tinieblas Novels & Stories

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

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

(There is, for the first time, light, in the endless darkness. . . TBC ~please leave a gem~

“Define close. I don’t want to accidentally walk into your royal aura and combust.” Varyn muttered, “You already do that every ten minutes.” She grinned. “Then I’m consistent.” I should’ve been afraid. Instead, I smiled—tired, unwilling, grateful. We led the horses in single file. The path narrowed, edges crumbling under boots. The sun above dimmed too fast, swallowed by walls of obsidian rock. At the first turn, the light vanished completely. I lit a torch. It hissed. The flame burned black. Lira murmured a prayer. “Fire shouldn’t do that.”

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

He still laughed here and there But the second we stepped inside, the warmth faded. The doors close behind us with a soft, echoing thud. The air always feels colder in the house footsteps are coming from down the hallway it's Lilith telling us that dinner is ready and that Mr. Coldwell is waiting I sit between Mason and Nixon the earlier laughter is gone and replaced with something heavy in the air Mr Coldwell sits at the head of the table calm and unreadable he hasn't said much of anything but his presence in the room is enough to mute the room entirely

My voice breaks and cracks, fracturing like old glass, until I am left whispering through sobs that shake my entire frame. The flames grow in number, spreading across the broken tower like a fragile constellation defying the darkness that presses in from all sides. Their light is small but determined, each candle a tiny sun burning against the void. Together they push back the shadows, creating a circle of warm golden light that transforms the ruined tower into something approaching sacred.

Lydia’s world went white. ***

Small stones scattered about as if they wanted to harm anyone who wasn't careful. A half-hour walking on foot, the trees became more dense and dark. Rubiel light wasn't apparent because of thick clouds. For me, this wasn't a problem. My eyes were still able to see as well as during the day. In contrast to Dimas, who was only human, he still required light to see in the darkness. That's why he was holding a small lantern in his hand.