The Darkness Was Comfortable For Me Manga Novels & Stories

He said raising the dagger about his head. Jade closed her eyes, she felt someone stirring inside her, when she opened her eyes she wasn’t in control. She felt her arm left up, and grab the dagger from Juka. It was like she was watching a movie from her mind. “What is this?” Juka said surprised. “I am the last of her darkness, I will no longer dwell in her. She is only of the light; I sever any darkness from her so you may never consumer her again.” She cut her hand, and stabbed Juka with the dagger, kicking him away from her.

In terms of numbers, their side should be more fortunate because the number between the two of them is even twice that of Ratu Merlada. It's just that, all of that doesn't last long when the surface around the tree which is famous for its silence appears to appear a fortal that is connected to another world. Even before they all realized—all the situations, conditions and even the environment around them had now changed. The situation and conditions are very scary. The world swapped rapidly and all that remained was darkness. *****

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

And he would learn, as they did, that the darkness was not something to fear. It was something to be embraced. 5 ELIAS The darkness of the asylum had become my second skin. I knew its shadows better than I knew my own reflection, and in that suffocating familiarity, I found a strange sense of comfort. I had succumbed to the abyss, allowing it to wrap its cold fingers around my heart. Nina was everywhere—her presence enveloped me like a haunting melody that resonated deep within my soul. Each time I closed my eyes, I felt her there, waiting, wanting.

The darkness trembled faintly around me. “I will surpass the pain. The obstacles placed in my path.” My fists clenched as the thought of Sol, my pack, and the children burned through me like fire. “So that I can go back to them.” The void fell completely silent. As if the entire abyss was considering my answer. Aella — The Void’s Question Suddenly, the darkness disappeared. I found myself sitting in a white room. There was no ceiling. No floor. No walls. Only endless white stretching in every direction.

As the world goes dark around me, I smile in relief. Finally. No more pain. As I embrace the darkness, I hear somebody call out my name, almost frantically. It must be my imagination.

Taking the subtle route was going to fail me in a matter of seconds. "That is Zhara Shunah, you fucking idiots!" Upon hearing the men behind me, I ripped into the abyss. Black daggers flung themselves through the gate and impaled two of the three men. Where they were clad in armour, my shadows curled and dissipated. But their throats were still exposed. The tall man watched in horror as his two companions gurgled on their own blood, but I didn't have enough time to watch them bleed.

"There are many runes, Willow. It's intricately designed on his back. It must have been very painful when doing that. I have never seen the likes of it. Frankly, I have to study more to understand. But I'm afraid this is out of my knowledge" "What do you mean out of your knowledge?" Willow voiced loudly. "This is too big for me. It looks like dark art" Willow sucked her breath. "Dark art?" "Yes. And you know I'm not versed in that" "There must be something," Willow groaned, her frustration mounting. She could feel her temper rising due to the helplessness she is feeling. Reagan's voice came from far away. "Give me that" "Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is"

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.

How long have we been down here? Days? Weeks? I didn't know anymore. Time meant nothing in this dark and gloomy place without windows and without sunshine. The only things that broke up the monotony of our suffering were when they brought our food or when we were taken to the room where we were ‘taught to be good girls’ who obeyed. The door at the end of the corridor slammed open, startling the shit out of me. I flinched, pain shooting through my ribs. Not again. Please not again…