Rumble Through The Dark Cast Novels & Stories

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

I hissed, my heart slamming, my brain reeling to Liam’s frame crushed against mine, his grunts in my ear as he took me raw, a brief escape from nightmares like this. “Are they done?” the young healer asked, her pitch rising with misplaced optimism. I barked a dark laugh. “Not even close, girl—they’re revving up.” My voice dripped grim, my focus pinned on the glowing rogues. “Heads up!” Steve hollered over the din. “Dark magic incoming!” But the alert came a hair too slow. A surge of inky force blasted from the rogues, a tide of foul energy that bowled everyone over, rogues and fighters alike tumbling in a mess, the ground shuddering from the blow.

Rumble! Rumble! The thunder roared throughout the entire space of the dark mountain, called Mt.Namaran. The castle was still enlightened by the candles and the stroke of lightning around. The men in their black cloaks, walking without looking at their way. The darkness protected the entire area but those men looked like they knew every step they made. Accompanied by the thunderous sounds of the surroundings, it was suddenly heard, which made everyone listen. "Ghana! Zare! Call all the disciples around and take them into the forbidden room of the Lord!" The terrifying voice of a man heard in the darkest.

"I can't do this. I'm only get like every other word. This is so convoluted." Remi squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. Let's just try to put it into context based on what we know. You said "darkness" right? Well we definitely found some darkness yesterday. It sounds like a prediction that is warning that if the darkness interrupts this ritual, then the balance between light and dark will be tipped." I wrinkled my nose. "I guess. If you can even trust what I have translated." "I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with."

Rusty dropped to the ground. Following Eric's instructions exactly, he began crawling like a turtle. While crawling, he continued slapping his own face. Within moments, his entire face was beaten to a pulp, completely unrecognizable. This scene left everyone else utterly dumbstruck. Then immediately, they felt their blood run cold with terror. Someone gasped in horror, "Dark magic! It has to be! That guy is using dark magic!" "It's not dark magic, you idiot. That's the legendary Phantom Mirage; it can control people's minds and steal their consciousness."

Alone. In this dark.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

They may win together. Then, however, a dark, ominous presence pervaded the air, and the ground under them appeared to tremble. Damon tore through the confusion with his shout. "Enough!" He raised his hands aloft, calling forth a terrible force that twisted the air around them, and the sound of his voice was like a thunderclap, and the heavens appeared to darken. The earth shook, and hideous shapes started to appear out of the darkness. The rebels stopped in disbelief, their eyes wide as a wave of dark wolves materialized, their shapes twisting and flickering, strange and menacing.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

When we sat down, I found myself between Roland and Aiden, directly opposite the dark one, who, judging by the look, mentally butchered my cold corpse. “Helen, these are my friends, Caster and Neil, you already know Roland,” Aiden said, the dark ones nodded in greeting. The face of the dark warped even more. “And this is Anika, she’s not in a good mood today,” Roland chuckled. But she's also happy to meet you.