The Darkness That Comes Before Audiobook Novels & Stories

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

Its form shifted and writhed, never quite solid, never quite real, and the darkness around it seemed to pulse like a living heart. "I am the end," it hissed, its voice echoing across the pass, bouncing off the mountains, filling every ear with dread. "I am the darkness that was before light. I am the hunger that cannot be sated. I have existed since before your moon rose, since before your world was born, since before time had a name." It pointed at Lena, and the gesture seemed to shake the very foundations of the mountain. "And you—" it continued, its burning eyes narrowing. "You are nothing. A spark in the darkness. A candle trying to hold back the night. You will fade, as all things fade.

Light was unknown, a non-existent entity. The darkness was absolute, the darkness reigned as one above all. The beginning seemed like the end, but now I wonder, what if we were lied to? What if we're in a constant loop, because the end has already come? We lived by what we were told, by men of old we never knew. I couldn't help but wonder, what if this was us reliving our lives? What if the darkness we read in the books was our future? Darkness before light, it had said. Where had it come from? Or was it light before eternal darkness like our souls when we die?

The guys stated, turning around and walking back towards Alec. “When I was like her, I didn’t seem to exist. I lurched into a pitch-black existence and nothing else mattered. One day I started caring and woke up. I had to fight for it to release me and it wasn’t easy to do. In the end, it let me go. I don’t think it will be the case for the Darkness. It existed before anyone else did. There never was a time that it didn’t exist.” He placed his hand on Alec’s shoulder.

Total. The kind of darkness that existed before the world was formed, before light was separated from void, before the first star ignited in the emptiness of space. Then... One crimson rune slowly began to glow. It was not large, this rune, no bigger than a human hand, but its light seemed to push against the darkness with terrible insistence, carving out a sphere of visibility in the sea of blackness. Its dim light revealed a figure standing beyond the ancient glass wall. A wolf cloaked entirely in black.

The Darkness hummed in response, thrumming through the ground, through the air, through their bones. A whisper escaped the mist: This is only the beginning. The child stepped forward into the open world. Shadows stretched before them like a black tide, waiting to obey. And the Darkness flowed through every inch of their being, complete, eternal, unstoppable. Behind them, the village remained in ruin, a testament to what had been and what had passed. Ahead lay the world—waiting. And the child, now the new inheritor, walked alone, the night itself bending around them. The stars flickered, a soft wind stirred the ashes, and the horizon seemed to tremble with anticipation. Somewhere, in the dist

We belonged right alongside our destined mate, and absolutely nothing else mattered. ​The exact moment I slammed the front door of our packhouse shut, the dark voice inside my head made me feel incredibly dizzy. "Come directly to me, son of darkness and light. Allow me to permanently release your body of this intense pain." The tone of the voice was incredibly soothing, almost completely compelling to my mind. I recognized that whatever the dark forest was offering included an immediate reprieve from this intense torture I felt. However, I would never be so naive to believe that there were not severe, dark consequences to accepting any form of assistance from the darkness.

It actually hurt to embrace it, but I had to in order to save these people. I took it all in. The fears. The sleepless nights. All of the pain – fuck it was so overwhelming. Screaming. Pleading. Loss. Brokenness. Apathy. Giving up. Death. It all became me, and I was the darkness… My head leaned back with arms stretched wide as I gathered it up and purged myself of it. I had become the darkness, but it was no more. Just like before, it flew out of me and covered our enemies. The sounds of screaming were the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

I just felt something underneath me out of nowhere. Voices came to me through the dark. Wrapping around me and trying to pull back to reality. A part of me wanted to remain in the dark because it was afraid of what the light would hold. I vaguely remembered trying to escape from something terrible, before I was consumed by this empty, wild darkness. “ . . . she's healing already, just like we expected boss.” “Good. She's coming with us.” A distant whirring started, and the thing underneath me jolted a little before becoming still again.