The Darkness That Comes Before Audiobook Novels & Stories

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

Kayla’s POV Darkness swallowed everything. It wasn’t the kind of dark that simply hid the light—it was thick, pulsing, alive. It pressed against my skin, seeped into my lungs, and whispered with the echoes of something ancient and terrible. When I finally came to, the world was silent. No alarms. No gunfire. Just the faint hum of electricity somewhere deep beneath the floor. My head throbbed, my body felt weightless, and for a moment I couldn’t tell if I was alive or dreaming.

But as I reached out to grasp it, everything faded to black. "No!" I cried out, my heart pounding in my chest. But it was too late. The darkness had consumed my vision, the echoes of my past fading away. I was left in silence, the taste of the imminent revelation still lingering on my tongue. As the silence stretched, the air suddenly grew cold, a sense of foreboding enveloping me. The darkness wasn't just the absence of my past. It was something else, something far more sinister.

I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark. Sun rays warmed my face and I groaned. I turned multiple times and I realized I wasn't in my bed because I would be on the floor after the second turn. I stretched and a large strong hand wrapped around my waist. The hand pulled me and my back hit his hard chest. I was confused for a minute then everything that happened the night before came rushing to my head and I groaned.

The Darkness called out from its blockade beyond the hills where I sat south. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The Darkness's voice echoed a constant, insidious whisper in my mind. It promised relief, an end to the torment. But I knew better. I had seen the horrors it could unleash, the twisted, broken souls it left in its wake. I had to ignore the Darkness for another twelve hours before the ritual was over as that was how long the first one was, and the Darkness had lost. I had to do this for my twins and to ruin some version of the Cult's plan to kill them and change the realm.

+ Why this location remained unfamiliar to me even it was all dark beyond our endeavor I can sense what road we walk in to,but this seems to be wrong. We've been travelling all night and it appears that darkness has joined us,the longest night without a day at first I was devastated when I knew it myself alone that it would have the possibility that it won't be back in normal again but in every fight I have between in our opponents all I can say is I used to be it. "Gavin,we need to rest we have enough this day we walk as if it is infinite" I softly inquired,his face perplexed by what I had said I know him.

Flipping quietly through its pages he finally settled on what she assumed was what he was looking for and stepped towards her. “When the darkness reaches its ultimate power they will come.” He intoned reading aloud. “They will come in waves making their power known. It will be the end of peace and the beginning of terror and tragedy.” “I know the words of the Book of White.” Elaina pointed out. “I’ve read it at least three times cover to cover in the time I was here. “Then why are you asking me what is going on? You should know as well as the rest of us. This is the beginning of the end.”

Belle’s POV Darkness has a sound. Nobody tells you that. People think darkness is silent. It isn’t. It breathes. It remembers. And beneath my house— it whispered. The moment the lights died, the world disappeared with them. No walls. No staircase. No Ethan. No Mason. Just blackness swallowing everything so completely it felt alive. Then came the breathing. Not one. Many. Slow. Ancient. Surrounding me from every direction. My pulse hammered violently inside my chest.

Albert Death is not darkness. That was the first lie I had believed. Darkness implies absence. To me, it was like an empty room, a door closed, a world gone quiet. But what claimed me was not absence. It was pressure. A vast, crushing stillness that pressed against me from every direction, as if the universe itself had leaned in close and whispered, Enough. I did not fall into it. No. I was taken. I was forced into it. There was no pain at first. Pain requires nerves, breath, a body still arguing with life. I had none of those. I was awareness stripped bare, floating in a place where time did not move forward or backward. It only waited. And in that waiting, I felt them.

Miguel loved this girl too much to do something like that, so he finished his drink and left the party at around 8pm. Nadir had managed to feed off the energy of two men within two hours - an athletic bully who had so much of it that if she took all of his energy and life with it, would have enough for a week. However, Nadir could not do this if she did not want to attract the attention of not only humans, leaving a corpse trail behind her, but also "messengers of Heaven", otherwise known as angels, who easily detected the activity of demons on Earth, if they were not careful enough. The other man was a nearly forty-year-old military man, but still full of vigor. Nadir was haunting them whil