Romans & histoires Wake Me Up And Save Me From The Dark

“When your past comes to haunt you, you need to be strong. If you stay here, he will fall. If you wake up... you might just save us all.” "Wait!" I reached out for her, but my hand passed through her like smoke. "Wake up, Darius," her voice echoed in my head. “The clock is ticking. Save your mate.” The white light exploded, and I winced as the bulb above me hit my eyes.

And even if a miracle happened and I saved him, I’d die and he’d be guilty for the rest of his werewolf life. Everything’s over. BANG, BANG, BANG! ‘MISS ROSE! DON’T GO BACK TO SLEEP! WE NEED YOU!’ He paused and added, ‘I NEED YOU!’ Rose, join them. Join them and fight me. That’s the only way to win the darkness. To save the werefolks—the sensual deep voice of my heart burst through, ripping the useless negative thoughts that had already begun to consume me. So that’s what this darkness is about—they sapped the positivity out of you and made you depressed, feeling helpless and useless.

I rocked side to side, my back to the wall. "I can't keep the flame lit in this darkness anymore. I need a miracle to save me from this hell, come set me free. Freedom. Escape! I'm so surrounded by the darkness with no sign of any light, someone needs to save my soul. Still I'm trapped here in my mind alone, I need another hope tonight. Oh someone, set me free. Beneath the haunting song that calls like magic to a child, a wilting flower dies. It's trapped in darkness left to rot. Oh my god, I'm lost in the darkness of my mind. A wilting flower dies, it's left in darkness here to rot, rot."

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Sunlight spilled through the expansive windows, washing the room in warmth. This…this wasn’t hell, was it? I didn’t know where I was but this…just couldn’t be hell. A memory flashed through my head, of the Mister pulling me back from the bridge. He had stopped me from jumping? That meant I was still alive? Damn it! It was fucking hard for me to summon the courage to kill myself. Now I have to start the ‘courage summoning’ from scratch! Why did he save me?! How did he even…know where to find me?

Her voice sounded from inside the dark room. "It's me Davis." I replied her and ran into the darkness. My eyes got used to the darkness and I found her there, there was my own mate. I pulled her into my arms as she hugged me tightly. "This... This place is horrible." she whimpered. "It's okay.... it's okay now. I am going to take you out of this place." I said to her and she nodded repeatedly. I held her hands in mine and led her out of the dungeon. "Be... beta Davis, you are taking away the captive?"

"I have to awaken that side of me, a dormant side I kept hidden for a long time." "Of course," I reply, taking a deep breath and preparing myself mentally. This is it – our stand against chaos and darkness. With our combined powers, and my ability to enhance them, there's hope for us yet. All we have to do now is believe in ourselves and fight. The dark creatures continue their assault on the light bubble, an unrelenting cacophony of snarls and roars filling my ears. I can feel their hatred and anger, as if they're a living, breathing storm battering our defenses.

It glimmers perfectly in the dark. “Get up, assholes! We found her!”

As my sight slowly turned black, the echo of my pack's howls helped ease my sadness until my consciousness faded away into nothing. I jerked awake, drenched in sweat. My motion caused the two men sleeping on both sides of me to stir.

He feels like falling, no, he is really falling. Chris extended his hand, trying to grab anything to save himself but all he could grasp is darkness. He anticipated death but he felt his back hit something soft instead. He opened his eyes, quickly got up and scanned the place. He is currently sitting on a king sized bed, in a room painted red and black. Sounds of laughter echoed the room, like two people are having the time of their lives. Chris tried searching for the source of the voice but failed, and also realized that the room has no doors or any way out.