Novel & Cerita The Dark Ages Book

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

Our world alone, without us, would certainly not be such a tempting trophy, especially for the darker side of this conflict. A human himself has not only a particle of Light inside, but also Darkness, so it is often up to his decision to choose which side will win the battle. Our free will and the possession of both of these particles means that the battle between Light and Darkness never ends, and certainly not in one battle. Throughout his life, human struggles with the temptations of the Darkness, trying to live in the Light. Of course, we are assisted by its messengers, children of the Light. Angels, good spirits, sorceresses, - in religions, history and cultures of different countries t

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Chaos would ensue, despite Thaddeus and his misfit group of wolves and minions. Already the plan was in motion. It wouldn't be long now before blood was drawn and the gauntlet thrown. A shiver of delight wormed its way along the spine. Soon the world would take notice. Tremble. And fear. A new dark age arises. No longer will we hide in shadows. The weak shall follow or die. And I shall be the one to lead them into the new beginning. The End,for now.

He’s come here so many times, and no matter how hard he tries not to, he knows he’ll come here again. Because this is where everything changed. This is where he learned True Evil exists. It’s also where his faith was exposed for a lie. As he approaches the hovel’s rectangular entrance, a darkness oozes toward him like a viscous black slime. Cold air wafts from the doorway, rippling across his skin, smelling of death and rotting things. He steps closer, muttering prayers which sound like meaningless gibberish, clutching his rosary tight. He hears the screams. The thrashing body. He hears profanities and an incomprehensible tongue . . .

he said, and all I did was shook my head again. I drank from my glass of water and stood up. "You are talking nonsense. Maybe you should eat and get full. I will sleep now, and you too later. You are probably worn out; that is why you are saying such things. We still have class tomorrow, so you wake up early too! Understand? Goodnight!" I went into my room then. "What is he saying that he isn't human and he's been living for thousands of years? What does that mean? There is another world aside from Earth? He needs to sleep..." I muttered under my breath and started doing my night rituals before going to bed.

A suit of armor worn by a legendary warrior, a staff that once channeled the power of the elements, a pendant that symbolized unity among different races—all whisper the secrets of forgotten times. As they explore the chamber, Elysia's fingers trace the contours of an ancient tome resting upon a pedestal. She carefully opens it, revealing pages filled with elegant script and intricate illustrations. The words seem to come alive, recounting the tales of a time when darkness threatened to consume the realm and the heroes who rose to challenge it.

. Together we went outside into the cold autumn air. I took a deep breath of the brisk breeze and stared up at the sky. The sun was close to setting and an unsettled feeling fell over me. “Have you ever seen Zagreus in person?” I asked, peering at her as we walked down the narrow streets of the rogue village. “No,” she answered. “I only heard rumors of him. He was summoned long before I was born. But I heard it was a very trying time. My father remembered it as the Dark Ages. There was danger lurking in every corner.” “Grandpa James?” I asked, raising my brows. She nodded gravely. “He told me about it a couple of years before he passed away,” she explained. “I had heard about it before that,

I cautiously ask. She shakes her head, “Thousands of years ago the world was plunged into darkness. It was just chaos and destruction brought on by the God, Jartre. His anger and sadness possessed him and nearly destroyed the world,” she says as she walks over to a bookcase grabbing a small chest from the shelf and taking it to her desk. "And they call women emotional," I roll my eyes, much to Isolde's amusement. “Wait, are you talking about the Dark Ages?”

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.