The Darkness That Comes Before Audiobook Novels & Stories

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

“The darkness has been known by my people to do two things whenever it chooses to reveal itself: take a life by its own hand, and spare one.” As her voice got closer, Alex quickly spun around to face Rowan, who was now standing before him. “Why are you telling me this?” Rowan inched closer to Alex, looking right into his eyes the whole time. “Because,” she began, and Alex could see tears starting to build up, “the darkness is already here, but the light is coming back, too.”

By dusk Jason opened his eyes as the dark matter formed hands which entered his body as it did before, bringing him back to consciousness. Trying to stand up Jason wondered what just struck him. *Was it lightning* he thought *lightning comes from the sky it must be something else... that...that came eastwards and where's Mike" Jason asked looking dazed and confused "he doesn't seem to be close" Dark Matter responded. "What should we do now?" "your brain needs rest, we will deal with them tomorrow. You, humans, don't see well in dark" "alright but "WE" are not harming May"

“I think I’ll stick with ‘something.’” “That’s probably much more accurate. This place, it’s . . . it’s a portal of sorts. A Nexus. It attracts and houses the worst of the worst.” “Right here in this cute little subdivision?” He shrugged. “This is where it is now. Who’s to say where it’ll turn up later? It’s wherever darkness gathers.” “Cheery.” “That’s my motto.” I reached for the comfort of the tiny knife in my pocket. It didn’t make me feel much better.

He tried closing his eyes but it did no comfort. “Sinners go to hell, but people like you will succumb into darkness. Forever.” Damien’s voice echoed the in darkness. He usually hated the demon’s voice but now it brought sudden comfort. “Liked the little tour?” Damien asked after he lets go of Chris. The human catches his breath. That place and feeling is very suffocating. The demon disappeared without notice while Chris ended up in the couch. His knees are trembling so hard. He doesn’t have any word for that place except fear.

It was the darkness that morphed into rich shades of navy blue and plum when the stars winked into existence, the darkness that Dain commanded. I knew from the sound of its voice that it was old, perhaps older than time itself. There was something else…a sense of understanding, of sympathy, loss, and love that pulled the broken shards of my heart from my flesh and delicately pieced them back together. It was a voice I’ve never heard before, but one I knew I’d never forget. ‘…my brave champion, you are not the only one who will be tested on this path…dark times are coming, and in each you will feel the pull of evil, hear it’s sweet voice full of promise…’

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

It was for me alone. > “We are coming for you… child of the divided dawn.” A shiver wracked my entire body. > “We will not allow the bringer of light to survive.” My heart slammed hard enough to hurt. > “One light cannot hold all darkness.” And then the whisper turned cold. Hungry. > “We will claim what is ours.” The last trace of darkness retreated into the earth, disappearing like ink sinking into water. Silence fell again. Except this time, it was the wrong kind of silence.

The darkness came like water. It slipped into my ears first, filling up the voices until everything sounded distant and muffled, with no beginning or end. Then it rose into my mouth and covered my tongue. Seeped behind my eyes. Worked its way between my bones until I couldn’t tell which parts of me still belonged to me. Something held my back. One arm beneath my shoulders, the other locked around my body like if his grip loosened even slightly, I would fall through the floor, through the earth, and keep going until hell sent me back for being too loud.

Darkness. Not the peaceful kind. Not sleep. Not unconsciousness. This darkness breathed. It watched. It waited. And somewhere within it, I was falling. The sensation stretched endlessly. No ground. No sky. No up. No down. Just emptiness. Then came the voices. Thousands of them. Whispers drifting through the void. Fragments of memories. Fragments of lives. Fragments of a soul shattered long ago. Lyra's laughter. Auren's voice. The cries of ancient wolves. The screams of dying kingdoms. Centuries of memories crashed together around me. I covered my ears. It didn't help. None of it stopped. None of it belonged to me. Yet all of it wanted me. Wanted to consume me. Become me.