Star Can't Shine Without Darkness Novels & Stories

"Not to destroy, but to restore." The First seemed to realise our intention, its partially manifested form contorting with rage. "I will not be bound again!" it roared, the sound shaking the very ground beneath us. "I am the beginning! The First! The darkness before light!" “That may be so, but you can not have one without the other, without light; there is no darkness, and if there is no darkness, there can be no light,” I stated flatly to the First. As if wanting to show us the strength of its darkness, black tendrils like snakes and black smoke.

Darkness is not the absence of light Like the day is not complete without the night, a rollercoaster isn’t complete without the ups and downs, her happiness could not be without turmoil. Star looked around the dark room and felt herself shuddering, the room was both cold and eerie and smelled of death. How she knew that she had no idea.

She challenged the man as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. "Hmmm…" Claude thought over it for a while before giving her his answer. "You love it because when the darkness comes it brings with itself light too. It gives those who are invisible to the eyes during the light a chance to shine. Just the stars." Before he could add anything to it, Ayla continued for him. "It brings with itself a hope. That no matter how dark it gets, there will always be light somewhere, guiding the lost souls."

We were so lost in stories that we didn't realise it was already dark. "Drake the stars are so pretty.pThat outstanding most shining star is you my love..." I pointed at it for him. "It will always shine into your life. It will never allow darkness cloud you..." "We will always light each other no matter what Jemima.During darkness in your life, I will light your path..." "And I will hold your hand so tight that you would feel exhausted. When you stumble, I will hold you no matter how heavy you are. You will never touch the ground as long as I am with you.."

The Flame Child joined her, his fire softer now, more ember than blaze. “Do you feel it too?” she asked. He nodded. “The stars are tired.” “They’ve burned for ages.” “They’ve lived for ages,” he corrected. “And like all living things, they must rest.” Lyra’s gaze lifted to the heavens. Where there had once been countless lights, there were now fewer. Yet the darkness between them did not frighten her. It shimmered faintly — alive with memory. “Maybe darkness isn’t loss,” she whispered.

"Why can we only see stars at night and not in the morning? With Liam’s age, his curiosity is growing too, and his mind is full of questions, always looking at me to answer his questions. Because, Liam, in the morning, the light of the sun fades away in the twinkling of stars. That's why we can't only see stars at night," I replied, caressing his hair. Liam's eyes widen with understanding as he absorbs my explanation. He continues to gaze at the sky, now filled with a newfound appreciation for the mysteries of the universe.

The sun had set long ago, and there were hardly any stars to be found. The moon was full and bright, shining brightly over everything that existed. A part of you felt sorry for the moon, because it wouldn’t be able to see the beautiful beauty of its light reflecting off of everything that surrounded it, not for at least a long time. Another part of her smiled bitterly, thinking that perhaps it was just as well, because if the moon couldn’t see the beauty of the world around it, then it wouldn’t have been able to see the darkness that was hiding underneath those stars.

It must be, what else could it be? So, they read. Arthur browsed through all the books that the librarian had shared, and Mila read through all the books she could find in the library of her kingdom, but none mentioned anything about the curse. However, they both did come across the truth, or what was written about, in a book called – ‘What forms the darkness?’ Darkness is not something that happens on its own. Darkness is the absence of light… You need to remove light from someone or something to make it dark, and the same happened long ago.

"They are growing. Slowly. In the dark. The way roots grow." Mira looked at him. "The roots grow in the dark?" Rowan knelt and placed his hand on the frozen ground. "The roots grow best in the dark. The light is for the flowers. The dark is for the roots." Mira felt a shiver run through her—not of cold, but of understanding. "The watcher is the light. The stone is the foundation. The dark is the root." Rowan nodded. "The dark holds everything." --- The winter solstice had passed, but the light was slow to return.

As long as I didn’t die, no one would bother digging through my things. That night, I slept deeply. No debt collectors in my dreams. Only endless, boundless darkness.