The Darkest Night Book Novels & Stories

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.

"Give me everything, Iza. Give me the anger. Give me the heat." He moved her to the bed, the silk sheets a cool relief for only a second before the fire started again. The night became a blur of motion and sound—the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall, the sound of heavy breathing, and the whispers of things that were too dark to be said in the light of day. In the height of it, when the world felt like it was fracturing into a thousand pieces of white light, Dark gripped her hands, pinning them above her head. He looked down at her, his face a mask of raw, unfiltered obsession.

This was pleasant. I felt calm. I gradually give in to the Darkness with each breath.I could feel the darkness within me rise to the surface as midnight descended even further, taking up everything I could see and making the air feel deadly calm. My gaze shifted to the opposite side of the bed, where the lycan king was still asleep. The notion of him being so exposed to me now made me smile nefariously. You could hear the cheers and the mirth from the celebration going on downstairs. They were smiling, laughing, and generally happy. If only they realized that I was going to put an end to their happiness so quickly. Silently, so as not to wake the lycan, I got out of bed and walked across to

he says closing the door and giving the key to me. "Alright, can we go now?" "Yeah.." he nods and takes my free hands. Then we walk out of the locker room. Everyone still keeps staring at us. I guess it will continue for a few more days. "What were you reading earlier?" I ask him after I finish drinking the last dregs of the chocolate milk. "Darkest Night, it's the second book in a thriller series. I just started reading it today morning after I reached back home. And I already finished 90 pages."

"Many people wondered why scary things happen when it's dark, especially when there is an unexplainable blackout. Why do thieves' devices plan and think that it's best carried out at night? Why do most people die at night? I have spent the night in a hospital when most of the patients died before daybreak. I have also gone to numerous fetish festivals that perform sacrifices. Why perform this sacrifice at night? One thing is for certain. The dark is one symbolic entity where bad, strange, and dangerous things happen. Though some love the night because they could see the moon in its full glory-"

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

The best spot, the middle, wasn't available since they were practically hugging each other. In the end you spooned up behind Gemma since she was closer and her ass was looking particularly nice. You yanked a blanket off of a nearby chair and carefully tucked the three of you in, though your feet stuck out the bottom, and draped your arm across them both. "Love you," you said quietly into the darkness. Neither of them replied they were so out. * * * * * "Mmm, fuck," you groaned as you were jostled awake. "Sorry," Sabrina whispered. It was dark and she was somewhere above and to the side of you, climbing over you and Gemma.

One week passed. Dawn and Dusk existed peacefully among the pack. Learned more. Grew more. Became more. But the peace did not last. The remaining five Darks arrived together. Not one at a time. Not individually. All five at once. United. Coordinated. Determined to undo what Dawn and Dusk chose. Determined to prove nothing was superior. Determined to erase everything before more Darks were corrupted. They came at dawn. Light meeting darkness. Day facing night. Existence confronting nothing.