This Present Darkness Novels & Stories

I needed to stop her, but I didn't know how. She sighed. "I'm almost sad I've taken this path instead of just destroying you years ago." She stood up straight. "If you don't collect all of the pieces, it'll be of no matter to me. The darkness will consume you as well as those you love, along with the rest of the world, and I will win anyway." An oily grin spread across her face. "I don't know if you've noticed yet, but the darkness is more than just a lack of light. I've infused it with sadness, with depression, pain, torment, and gloom. Those who come in contact with it have their personal pains and sorrows intensified until they become unbearable. By the time all realms are covered, there

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…

They lifted off as lights swarmed the mill. Skyward, Kai leaned into Damon. "Monster?" Damon's laugh was hollow. "His words. Not yours." Margaret radioed faint: cleanup rolling. But Kai saw the shift—Damon freer, darker. Marcus dead. Web unraveling. Yet eyes watched from boardrooms. Flight over. Fight eternal.

THE DARKNESS LOOMS The mysterious woman's eyes locked onto the man's, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She could feel the weight of his words, the sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a challenge. "What do you mean by 'the darkness'?" she asked, her voice firm despite the tremble that threatened to betray her. The man's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "The darkness is a power that has been growing in strength for centuries," he said. "A power that threatens to consume everything in its path."

My breathing automatically stopped as the person tried harder to open the door. "open the door! "the command was muffled due to the mask. I nearly swooned and dropped in a faint. "open the damn door!! "the command was clearer and Sharper this time. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn't move my limbs to comply to the order. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a gloved hand snaked into the car from the window. I was already shaking terribly as the hand fumbled with the lock. Then I heard a loud click and the door swung open. Sunlight streamed into the car, I was already curled into a ball in the car seat.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

Else. Something. Darker.

He shall not be returning. And thus darkness has met with light and now both have something in common. ****** This story is completely Based on Fiction. *****

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Her black eyes searched my face, looking for something I could not name—anger, perhaps, or grief, or understanding. "Because the war is not over," she said. "The king is dead. The shadow is gone. But the darkness is not defeated. It is only sleeping. It has slept before. It has always woken. And one day, it will wake again. That is the nature of darkness. It does not die. It only waits. It only watches. It only hungers." "I know," I said. "I have always known. From the moment Marcus marked me, from the moment the shadow entered my blood, I have known that this would never truly end."