Sounds Of Blackness I Believe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just like he said. Darkness consumed my brain, the only thoughts running were my wolf. I had no idea what to do or how this would help, so I remained still for what it seems to be like several minutes. I was falling in and out of consciousness; it felt as I was beginning to feel sleepy, yet that wasn't it. It just felt like it. The music that was once heard clearly with my ears, now slowly appeared to be getting far. The sound was faint, barely heard. Instead, it was replaced by the sound of waves. The first wave, then another.

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.

More time passed and the knock never came again. Ebony camellia. Another one of those shades she hadn't experimented. She was lured by its name as it portrayed her mood: Dark, straight from hell, and excruciatingly hurt. Louisa had had enough of staying indoors for it made her idle and think like crazy. A little bit of work would clear her head as she believed.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

A blood curdling sound leaves my lips, I don’t know how it doesn’t wake Ezra. Like it began, it all ended in a split second and everything went black.

He looked at me with black dust that filled his eyes. However, fire cracks were looming through obsidian crevices around his eyes as if they were fighting over for control with black magic that possessed him. It looked like there was some internal battle happening within him as he roared in a surreal scream which sounded like a clamour calling for murder. He shrilled “Ramaalen” and “Sanguineabyss” before he flumped on the floor and dissipated in the gust of black whirlpool.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

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

[The Echoes of the Damned] The darkness in the gallery was thick enough to swallow sound, yet every noise felt amplified, vibrating through the soles of Ivy’s feet. The rhythmic thud-clink of metal against stone grew louder with every passing second. It was a mechanical, dragging sound—the gait of someone whose body had forgotten how to move without the weight of iron.