Midst Of Darkness Novels & Stories

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

I couldn't. The hallway stretched before me like a runway. I got to my room. The door was half open. Dark inside. I stepped in and closed it behind me without turning on the light. The house was quiet now except for the distant murmur of the TV. I stood there in the darkness, letting my eyes adjust. The curtains were drawn, but a thin sliver of moonlight bled through the gap, just enough to see shapes. He said five minutes. I still had three.

in my center, I didn't think of it as magic, I thought of it as a vacuum, I thought of every time he had called me empty. ‘If I am a void,’ I told the darkness inside me, ‘then let’s see how much light we can hold.’ The shadows erupted from my chest, not as smoke, but as a solid, midnight-black tide, they surged over the ramparts, meeting the solar sphere mid-air. There was no explosion. Instead, there was a sickening slurp, the darkness wrapped around the fire, swallowing it whole, the light didn't push back, it was simply extinguished, sucked into the obsidian mass and funneled back through my arms and into my womb.

Malik: a photo of the desert at sunset—gold dunes bleeding into pink sky, captioned only Thinking of you. Layla: a single emoji, 🌹, followed by Come back to Morocco soon. The riad misses your voice. She smiled—small, private, the kind of smile no one else needed to see. Then she opened her photo library, scrolled back to Marrakech: rooftop lanterns glowing like captured fireflies, Layla’s dark hair catching moonlight, the silver anklet glinting on her ankle in a candid shot taken at dawn. In that photo, Adeyemi stood on the terrace—robe open to the breeze, eyes closed, face tilted toward the rising sun. She looked… free.

Also, in the following second my head began humming and darkness took my eyes away from my consciousness. However, lastly, I saw my parents both shrouded in blood. My tears began streaming. "Mother father if possible please, be okay!" Later saying these final words, I blacked out. *** At the point when I woke up I discovered I was in an emergency clinic. White roof, white sheet and medical clinic outfit. Then, at that point, I understood this was not simply my fantasy, it's genuine. I yelled, "Mother Father" and ran into the clinic like insane looking for them. Medical attendant and other clinic staff are making a decent attempt to control me and quiet me down.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

Now, I have a chance to see his face. But, I guess the destiny doesn't want that to happen. We're in the midst of darkness and only the light from the moom gives us a fine eye-sight in there. And when he finally faced me, I saw the paired of purple eyes. That eyes... My heart began to pound. #30

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.

☽☽☽ MIKAEL'S POV ☾☾☾ The sun held up its place in the battle for long, but darkness has finally won, and night is befallen. Road lights leap on as I cast by. Rounding the mountain range, more glows dot the horizon as the city's dark side awakens.