The Ghost And The Darkness Novels & Stories

Things were getting messy fast. Something just felt off, and he couldn't shake the feeling. He really hoped his gut was wrong this time. If not, Portfall was about to turn into a war zone. … Unlike the living world, there was no day and night in the Spectral Realm. This place was stuck in permanent darkness. But the Shadowlord was apparently obsessed with bright lights—everyone knew that much. All throughout Ghost City, one could see lights blazing everywhere. Shadowspire was particularly lavish with its over-the-top luxury, and it had earned itself a reputation as a place that never really shut down.

It was heavy with ghosts, ghosts of love, of loss, of a man still waiting in the dark. Elena closed her eyes and let the ghosts keep her company.

The forest around us seemed to hold its breath, the usual rustling of leaves and chirping of crickets eerily absent. And then, through the shadows, I saw it. Two glowing eyes, glaring at us from the darkness. They were unlike anything I’d ever seen before—sharp, unblinking, and filled with malice. “Vikram,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Run.”

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair Down we plunge to the prison of my mind Down that path into darkness deep as hell! Daphnie was laughing but immediately stopped and looked pissed when Madame Giry was shown selling out the Phantom. She looked at the television with hatred in her eyes as Patrick Wilson was swimming for his life. We both wanted him to die. It's funny how one can watch a movie repeatedly yet still hope that the ending somehow changes. Finally, it was Daphnie's turn to sing: Have you gorged yourself at last

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

“Nope. No bright clothes either. This is the real me.” “Well, the real you is stunning. I can't imagine why you would want to conceal her in the first place.” She gave me a sad smile. “I really hope you still feel that way by the end of tonight.” Before I could begin to decode what that could possibly mean, she took hold of one of my hands. “Come. I want to show you something.” We started off down the dark street lit up only by a row of street lamps, the evening wind nipping at our ears and the moon a fuzzy halo in the dark sky.