The Darkness That Comes Before Audiobook Novels & Stories

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

The figure lifted their head, and beneath the hood, I saw it— Not a face. A void. A hollow expanse of nothing, swirling like the space between stars, endless and devouring. And then— It spoke. Not with words. With knowing. It is time. A shockwave of force slammed into me. Darkness crashed over my vision. The last thing I felt was Jace’s hand slipping from mine— And then— Nothing. The darkness wasn’t empty. It was alive. Whispers slithered through it, curling against my skin like smoke, filling my lungs until it felt like I was drowning in words I couldn’t understand.

None was audible. I wasn't sure if the darkness I was seeing meant that the Trinity had been successful in preventing the emergence of the abyssal demons, or if the darkness had already taken over the future and I couldn't see a shadow or hear a sign of life. It was terrifying. "It's dark..." I muttered as my system revived to pull the rifle's bolt up and back.

The shaman’s face came from the shadows, his eyes no longer marred by fear—they had distance to them, and glowed like green fire. ‘It is good to see you again, Bringer of Joy,’ the shaman hissed, though Beatrice somehow knew the words came from the thing that haunted Dorsal Finn. ‘The world is about to change. And you cannot stop it. Darkness will sweep across this Earth, and your light will diminish. All hope will die.’ ‘Who are you?’ she said, wincing as the hand around her wrist seemed to burn her skin. ‘I am the darkness. I am the light. I am everything,’ the shaman’s dark passenger said. ‘But that is no longer your concern. You are too late."

He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey. - So wait, wait, what is it, everything I wrote comes true, do you materialize like someone else? Conrod asks in an agitated voice, stuttering slightly. The desire to find answers to questions overcame fear and surprise. Dook smiles slightly. - Oh no, that you are my friend, we exist independently of your mind, we and other dark creatures have been living in this world since time immemorial. Everything is actually much simpler, your dreams are prophetic visions of events taking place among the dark clans. The book describes events that happened about six months ago, and I assume you still have similar dreams, am I right? Duk

He stood up and put both gloved hands inside his pocket. Even her knees started to tremble beneath her pants, she tried to stand but she couldn't. Cold fear rushed through her veins making her mind to black out. "And then it will become hard for you to even step a foot. It'll get harder to breath, don't worry you're not going to die, just paralyzed." Dankworth slowly walk towards her. It's like he is doing some countdown before she met her demise. "Then your tongue will become paralyzed. You can't even scream."

Tendrils came off him again, and wrapped around her, surrounding her, filling her, and she whimpered as she heard his voice in her ear, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. "This is what we are," he said, his voice sounding hollow and faintly echoey, "and what you will be, soon." It sent another shiver through her, seeming to connect with cells of darkness within her, and she felt its truth, "You'll be one of us, and mine, bound to me for eternity," he continued as she trembled more violently, feeling his darkness penetrating every fragment of her existence, entwining with her own, encouraging it to grow. "And darkness. never. dies." he said roughly, before he slowly began to appear h

“Pity you, Prescilla Hope. Poor you. ” I closed my eyes and let myself be consumed by the beautiful darkness that has been a good friend of mine since the day that I've lost everything in my life. The darkness that always brings me peace. The darkness that knew everything about my pain and story. The darkness that never fails to embrace me whenever tough times come blocking my way. And soon, the darkness that will own my being. The loud music echoing at the whole bar started to sound weak in my ears the moment that I felt my eyelids getting heavy. But even before I could drift off to sleep, a menacing voice dominated my ears.

Meanwhile, the first black-robed creature smiled faintly. "Look, Elara... it all started again." And in an instant, darkness engulfed the room. Darkness devoured the room in an instant. Raven could not see anything. Her breathing was ragged, her palms cold and clammy with sweat. Her body trembled not only from fear, but also from the strange feeling that was slowly running through her. A subtle whisper swirled in her head, like a voice coming from a distance. "Elara... the time has come..."

My knees buckle. Gasps ripple through the hall. Then-chaos. The last thing I hear before the darkness swallows me whole is my father's voice-roaring, commanding-before everything fades into nothingness. Darkness.