The Dark Is Rising Novel Novels & Stories

In her place, something new was rising. And for the first time, I welcomed the darkness. ---

Birds burst from the trees in panic while a violent dark aura spread through the forest like a wave of death itself. It became hard to breathe. The air suddenly felt heavy. Wrong. Justin stepped backward slowly. “The resurrection worked.” My stomach dropped completely. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness ahead. Tall. Dressed in black. His presence alone felt monstrous. The closer he came, the colder the air became around us. Then I saw his eyes. Crimson red. Glowing unnaturally beneath the moonlight. They landed directly on me.

Much worse. He hadn’t saved them. He had imprisoned them inside himself. And there was no key. Above him, the sky darkened. Clouds gathering unnaturally fast. The wind rising. The world reacting. Sensing something wrong. Something growing. Something unstable. Something that shouldn’t exist. Far away— Lightning flickered. Black. Not white. Like cracks tearing across the sky. And deep within his chest— The Darkness stirred again. Hungry. Restless. Not finished. Not even close.

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts. I took it off the shelf and looked back at Ashton who was now holding Jack in his hands. I went to the till and paid for the book. We then went out of the shop and headed to the car park. When we got to the car park, I got in and took Jack from Ashton to remove him from the cover and place him back on the stand. It was around 5:30 pm so we still had some time before heading home. Ashton read that from my mind and then he went around the car, got in and sat on the seat next to mine.

I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open. It's as if I was brought back to reality and realized what I had just done. My eyes widened, I turned to my companions, only to see my enemies dead; they were all beheaded, and their blood was flooding the way. I gasped. The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it.

Raziah has told Dark anything even though the man now knows where Mary's dead body is. He smiled at the servant girl and promised to see her that night before he went to clean up Mary. **** River of Darkness: The black mist appeared and was gone revealing Dark and Raziah. Taking a deep breath on Raziah's neck, he let her go. He realizes he was thirsty for her blood and wants it badly. Well his hunger will have to wait. "Don't tell me this is hell." Raziah mocked, though, her eyes widened when she saw the black River. Never in her life has she ever seen one before.

Copyright © 2026 by Progress Arerebo. All rights reserved. Dark Romance!!! Lovies, if you are looking for an action-packed story filled with thriller, suspense, and unexpected twists, then “Lawless Eclipse” is your go-to. With chapters designed to keep you on the edge of your seat, this is not a story you want to put down. This book is purely a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

[The Whisper in the Dark] The darkness was not merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, pressing against Ivy’s eyes and filling her throat with the taste of ancient dust and sea salt. The heavy grinding of the stone wall sealing shut had echoed like the closing of a tomb, severing the last thread connecting her to the world above. Now, there was only the damp cold of the cellar, the rhythmic crashing of the Atlantic against the cliffs outside, and the ragged, wet breathing of the woman who wanted to kill her.