The Darkness Before Dawn Novels & Stories

The twilight hours were his domain, his time to unleash the wild spirit within him. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, Duncan's senses sharpened, his muscles twitching with anticipation. He could feel the tingling energy coursing through his veins, his body preparing for the magnificent metamorphosis that was about to occur. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the night.

Thalen muttered, but the tension slowly bled out of his frame, his heartbeat steadying against Zeyric’s palm in a synchronized cadence that made the rest of the world—and the looming disaster at sunrise—feel impossibly far away. Hours dissolved into the steady, dripping rhythm of the Sunken Market's subterranean leaks. When the first faint, pale gray light of dawn began to bleed through the cracks in the masonry above, it wasn't the natural light of the upper world, but a sickly, amber-tinted smear of smoke and fog that signaled the start of a day designed for executions. A heavy, rattling thud echoed down the eastern corridor, followed by the wet scrape of heavy boots on stone.

Damon tightened his grip, and together, they surged forward, a force neither darkness nor shadow could contain. The twilight deepened, stretching across the forest like liquid ink, yet Eva’s light burned, unwavering, marking the beginning of a new reckoning. Every step forward was a claim, every spark a promise. Tonight was not just survival it was awakening, and she would meet the coming night with fire in her veins, shadows at her back, and Damon by her side.

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.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Josh did the same, but the look on his face said it all. This is a terrible idea. Xander mentioned his head for me to come behind him, and I did. I was now in the middle, between him and Josh. The entrance was very dark. Because of that, I pressed myself against Xander’s back as he walked and I mimicked the soft movement he made, trusting his steps even though it was dark. Perhaps wolves have night vision. Xander stopped and pushed me to the side while Josh stood in front of him then he opened another door and aimed his gun straight-ahead yet Xander stood confidently tall and his hands carelessly down.

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

Celia Dawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The locked door. Him.