The Dark Is Rising Novel Novels & Stories

But I crave more darkness. The following nights dissolve into a symphony of sin. Nathan introduces me to his world fully—collars, clamps, roleplay where I'm his obedient pet, crawling for him, begging for release. Each session pushes boundaries, but his aftercare is loving—baths, massages, whispers of "I love you, Rose. Always have." It's romantic in its darkness; he owns me, but I own his heart. On the last night before our parents return, he sets up a scene in the basement—dim lights, a St. Andrew's cross against the wall. I'm naked, collared, wrists and ankles strapped to the X-shaped frame.

What did he want from me anyway? And ShadowKing is waiting in the dark with words that reach through the screen and find the exact place I have been pretending does not exist. I choose the dark again. Some hungers do not care how many times they have already cost you everything.

Old, witch-begotten. My hands trembled as I pulled it free. It was heavier than I expected, and colder too—as if it had a life of its own. I placed it carefully on the reading table, brushing off heavy layers of grime with my sleeve. The cover was plain of title, bearing only a carved serpent entwined around a crescent moon. My heart skipped. This wasn't just a book. This was sacred. or demonic. I opened the first page. "Let the darkness be born in blood. Let the son of the accursed bloodline rise out of the ashes of the slain witches. His mate will bleed, and from her womb will come salvation… or destruction."

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.

Rigel had spent hours, days, poring over ancient texts, searching for anything—any prophecy, any curse, any name—that could explain why history was repeating itself. Why Daniel was being hunted. Why Daniel was losing himself. And then, as the candlelight flickered over a faded, nearly crumbling manuscript, Rigel found something. A passage that sent ice down his spine. “The First Cursed One shall rise again.” “Bound by fate, shackled by time, a weapon forged twice.” “Beware the one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.” Rigel’s breath caught. “The one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.”

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

I could feel the magic inside me fizzle and snap. I pulled the book with the resurrection spell on my lap. I looked through it again. It needed one thousand souls and a major node. The only major node near here was in Utah, so... it looked like that would be where she would eventually end up, maybe after she got one thousand souls. I had just prevented a bunch of those souls, so perhaps the darkness still needed to power up. I whipped out my new phone. It was so fancy it even had internet. It was something I heard of, but with flip phones being ten years behind the times, I wasn't used to having all this technology at my fingertips. I searched through news headlines.

I was feeling hot, the heat was prickly, my armpits were moist and itchy, I wanted to cry. "Well?" There was a pause, then I felt someone untying the blind. I squinted Immediately the blind was removed, the sun was too bright. I looked at the guy in front of me, Tiger. I took a step backward. He grabbed my forearm, he had long nails, they dug into my skin. "Now listen bitch, don't try anything funny, do you hear me?" He whispered the last part. I gulped down saliva and nodded. "Won't you say something?" His nails dug deeper into my skin, the pain was excruciating, a little squeak left my lips.

They lose themselves to each other for a long few moments, burying their grief, their worries about family, their anxieties about war in their mutual happiness which right now feels strong enough to sweep through the entire world and make everything right. Which is why neither of them notice as the room slowly fills with smoke. Smoke, or shadow, that seeps in like a rage, pulsing and growing and flickering with a horrible blue light. And at the center of it all a very small form made of darkness itself, her breath heaving in her chest. Mittens gives a horrible little mew of fear just a moment before the darkness moves. “Mine,” the darkness snarls, storming forward, reaching out a claw-tipped

Stopping by the latter's head,he looked downwards and gave him a blank stare. "Pawns always go first." He growled as the blood began to flow to his eyes. ********** Daniel could not believe current dilemma. One moment,he was part of a three-man rescue army in front of a mansion.The next thing he remembered was a blinding blue light in his face and now he was in another place.