The Ghost And The Darkness Novels & Stories

Because if you go negative and full of doubts all the way, you would not solve anything. "Under the full blood moon, the wind gushed softly in the middle of dawn. Cries in the forest echoed and the man in the boat kissed the shadows of dark souls..." Lucia stated the riddle she remembered. I contemplated in silence. "I don't know what is the meaning behind that at all. No matter how I try, I just couldn't understand," Lucia said frustratedly. "Wait... the wind gushed softly in the middle of dawn... cries in the forest... the man kissed the shadows..." I mumbled slowly, trying to connect those words to each other to see a bigger picture.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

“I’m lost, and it’s so cold.” One, shaped vaguely like a raccoon but utterly hairless, scampered closer. It had snake-like eyes, and a long, forked tongue flickered out, moistening the eyeballs. “It’s too late. The darkness is coming.” “The darkness?” I repeated, the chill settling into my bones. “What are you talking about?” “The darkness,” the spirit repeated. “Run while you can, but you can’t run fast enough. It has chosen you. I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. There’s nothing you could have done.”

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

The creature's gaze emitted an ancient, sinister glow, and its very being radiated a tangible aura of evil. "I am the genuine darkness," the silhouette proclaimed, its voice reverberating with a multitude of murmurs. "You have simply postponed what is bound to happen. Now, you are about to confront your downfall. Xander experienced a sudden cold shiver, yet he stood firm. "We have no fear of you. "We will battle with all our might." The darkness chuckled, its laughter echoing through the surrounding air. Your light is only a temporary glimmer in the emptiness. I will extinguish it completely, and everything will be devoured.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

Willow directed them to her previous board where she was staying before shuffling around Reagan's other hideouts. Thankfully, it is still intact and no one came sniffing around. Willow took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower and get rid of the blood on her body. She feels dirty. It's as if the blood has absorbed into her pores. With each passing day, she is committing new sins. She is walking far from what she is. Before also she used to murder, kill. But then it was swift and not playing around. Now, she is torturing people with a cool precision that makes her shiver. She never knew she was dark inside. And this darkness is seeping out of her, pouring out with each pass

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over. I asked in fear Dekker- " What is that?" Dekker looked up and his face turned pale. He gulped as he stood frozen at his spot. He began to sweat as he clear his throat. I asked him once more-" Dekker? Will you tell me what is going on?" Dekker said in a panic voice-" W-we should leave" I asked -" Why? What do you look so pale? What is that thing?" Dekker lowered his tone and replied-" Gambler of Ghosts. The dark Prince and his men. He is a terror who feeds on the souls mercilessly."