Novel & Cerita Shattering Darkness

Just… there. “You don’t own this anymore.” The darkness explodes. Violent. Unstable. Breaking apart. “No—!” “I take it back.” The words resonate. Deep. Final. Everything shatters. The space cracks open— light tearing through the darkness— ripping it apart— erasing it. He stumbles back— form flickering— unstable. “You can’t—!” he chokes. “I already did.” The darkness collapses around him— consuming— erasing— destroying.

A shockwave of cold hit me so hard that I fell to my knees. Killian tried to lift me but he froze mid-movement as the shadows coiled around his ankles. Not physically. Magically. A warning. Varakar’s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once. “One light cannot hold all darkness.” The ground split beneath the lake. A deep, endless fissure, like the world itself was opening an eye. “Break,” he whispered. The fissure pulsed with darkness. “Fall.” Wind screamed around us. “Shatter.” My vision blurred.

A shadow breaks free from the darkness, moving fast, furious, the kind of presence that makes my stomach drop. And just like that, the air shatters again.

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

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

Vincent Torrino's directive, a placebo treatment will be administered to ensure permanent functional impairment. I collapsed to the floor, the report fluttering from my hand. For three years, I had cried myself to sleep, hating my own weakness, hating that I couldn't create. And he, the husband I loved more than life itself, was the one who had destroyed me. Tears streamed down my face, hot and furious, but I wiped them away with a vicious swipe. This wasn’t the time for grief. It was time for answers. I quietly put everything back, my movements stiff with newfound purpose.

My eyes got heavy and tired, and little by little I was starting to drift off. I didn't know how much time had passed, maybe an hour, give-or-take, when I felt a sharp pain on my feet. I woke up walking to the bedroom door stepping on broken shards of glass spread across the floor in the process. I panicked. My body was moving without my consent. Worse, I wanted to move my fingers, hands, lips, arms, anything but could do nothing. The lamp was off, leaving the room in total darkness. Xander had probably turned it off when I drifted off to sleep.

She stumbled over the broken pieces of the equipment behind her and fell numbly on the floor. “We’ve gotta get all those mutants before the bomb goes off!” Ashton shouted as we both raced out of the room. We could hear Kyle’s thoughts still in the facility, bringing in more guards to take us down. We stood in the corridor that granted access to the guards to await their arrival.

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a