Through A Glass Darkly Shakespeare Novels & Stories

My brows furrowed, but before I could say anything, she reached for the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it over her head. My breath hitched. Her back was still to me, every inch of her bare skin on display as she bent and slipped out of her lace panties. Fuck, I should’ve turned and left. But I didn’t. Then she turned her head, slowly meeting my gaze. Something in her eyes held me there—something I couldn’t read. For the first time since meeting her, I had no clue what she was thinking. I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening as she stepped into the glass shower. Steam fogged up the glass almost instantly, but it was clear to me that the temptation wasn't done.

The barely flickering is in the verge of collapse, and in no time, the castle will be no light! Outside, the surrounded darkest fog is slowly go away. They are silently blows and dreadfully echoed the cry in their every shriek. Inside their darkness is the pieces of broken mirror. And the shrieking and crying is coming right at this every pieces! The fireflies come rest at every bugs, and the remaining light is shoving out to the every part of it. Somehow, the brokeness of the mirror shuddered, and find itself to go far and far from each other!

he laughed. Shaking my head, I led Christine forward. Her hand touched the glass, it gently fell through. “Amazing,” she whispered until I pulled her arm, having the glass surround us. As we walked, the dark silence enveloped the long line to the other side. The brightness filled only a few feet in front of the portal. The darkness was so dark, even the evilest of creatures dared not look. Only the gods were said to use the darkness to transport between realms, and even they feared it.

She raised her hands, ready to unleash the full, devastating fury of her awakened wolf— *CRACK.* The glass windows along the entire corridor shattered inward simultaneously. But it wasn't Gina’s magic. Through the broken windows, a dark, suffocating fog poured into the hallway. The torches along the walls instantly extinguished, plunging the corridor into pitch-black darkness, save for Gina’s glowing mark. From the darkness of the broken windows, a rhythmic, bone-chilling clapping sound echoed. "A truly touching speech, sister," a voice smooth as silk purred from the shadows.

Umbrae praeteritae, secreta tua revela (OOM-braih prai-teh-REE-tai, seh-KREH-tah TOO-ah reh-WAY-lah) Veritatis lux in silentio splendeat (weh-ree-TAH-tees looks een see-LEN-tee-oh SPLEN-deh-aht) Hoc carmine, scaena redeat (hok KAR-mee-neh, SKY-nah REH-deh-aht) Concede mihi visum hesterni diei (kon-KAY-deh MEE-hee WEE-soom hes-TER-nee DEE-eh-ee) Veil of time, now part, Reveal the echoes left in the dark. Shadows past, your secrets show, Let truth’s light in silence glow. By this spell, the scene replay, Grant me the sight of yesterday.

Masseur I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay, For the sins which are yours?! Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now Except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death This is the choice! This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

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.

As I approach, my feet carry me to the slightly ajar door, allowing me a glimpse inside. The room is dark and empty, casting a gloominess across the walls. The emptiness is amplifying the unsettling sound that reverberates through the darkness. Inhaling a deep breath, I slightly push the door and step inside. His voice is growing only stronger in the dark. With a sharp jostle, the moonlight enters through the huge glass window, casting a blue, dim light through the walls and the floor. The moment the moonlight falls upon his presence, my feet unconsciously take a step forward in his direction.

It was as if the darkness forbade the full moon to spread its light and to reveal that which was covered, even protected, by the darkness. Godric stood spellbound on the stage that led to his childhood fears. Another swallow. His throat felt dry, as if the liquid hadn't moisturized his throat in ages. Moments passed, then he was startled, dropped the candle, which rolled down the stairs and came to a stop behind the arch of the cellar entrance. The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light.

I'm struggling through darkness. Far from all light, and love, and life. Death has swallowed me whole. Gasping for breath, I struggle against the black embrace of the ocean, bindings of frozen ebony velvet that hold and smother me, pulling me down, down, down. Far below, the bus falls through the shadows; far above, a maelstrom of shattered glass dances through the water. My body is tired. Thrashing wildly against the tide, I gasp for breath, and take in a lungful of burning saltwater.