When The Darkness Turns To Light Novels & Stories

Then— for the first time— it smiled. A peaceful smile. Then it whispered: "SO..." Pause. Then: "...THIS IS HOW DARKNESS ENDS." A single crack spread across its body. Then another. Then thousands. Golden light poured from every fracture. The horror began breaking apart. Not into ash. Into stars. Millions of tiny lights rising into the heavens. Returning to creation. Returning home. The battlefield watched in absolute silence. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Because they all understood. They had just witnessed the end of the oldest enemy the world had ever known.

I felt rushed of coldness running through me, it made me reach for Walter as he wrapped me in his arm, rubbing my shoulder and giving me the warmth that I needed. "I need to ask my elders, this is way beyond my knowledge." She got up and reached above her kitchen cabinets, and retrieved some candles, then she closes all the shades and curtains making the room dimmer for her needs. Walter and I sat in silence in front of her as she does her thing, minutes went by as she communicates with her elders then the candles unexpectedly are blown out by a gust of wind, darkness surrounds us immediately. Walter grabbed my hand immediately, assuring me that I was safe, that he was next to me.

It was a being of pure darkness, its form shifting and swirling like smoke in the wind. "You have come far, mortal," the figure intoned, its voice a chilling whisper that echoed through the darkness. "But do you have the strength to face your deepest fears?" Elara stood tall, her heart filled with determination. "I am not alone," she said, her voice ringing out with clarity. "With Aric by my side, I can face anything." And with those words, she unleashed a torrent of light that engulfed the shadowy figure, banishing it back into the depths of the realm from whence it came. In its place, a blinding light erupted, illuminating the darkness and revealing a path leading back to the world above.

The light surged forward, illuminating the battlefield and dispersing the darkness that threatened to engulf us. I felt the warmth of my pack surrounding me, their strength bolstering my resolve as we fought back against the encroaching shadows. As the light clashed with darkness, I turned to Eden, my heart swelling with love and pride. "Stay close to me!" I urged, my voice steady despite the chaos. "We will face this together!" With our powers combined, we pushed back against the darkness, the light illuminating the path to victory. The Black Faes faltered, their dark magic flickering as they struggled against the force of our unity.

“The darkness has been known by my people to do two things whenever it chooses to reveal itself: take a life by its own hand, and spare one.” As her voice got closer, Alex quickly spun around to face Rowan, who was now standing before him. “Why are you telling me this?” Rowan inched closer to Alex, looking right into his eyes the whole time. “Because,” she began, and Alex could see tears starting to build up, “the darkness is already here, but the light is coming back, too.”

"Take my hand and free yourself from this torture the darkness has imposed on you. Only you have the power to bring it to light." Charles stood immobile for a moment, contemplating my words. Slowly, he reached out and grasped my hand, his grip firm and determined. "Life has been so dark for so long," he began, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination. "But maybe, just maybe, with your help, I can find my way back to the light." I nodded my head as a light emerged from my body, casting a warm glow towards Charles. The darkness seemed to retreat, inch by inch, as the light enveloped him. Charles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope returning to his weary soul.

"That is what the novel is about. The dark is the experience. The return is life. The dark changes you, but you do not stay in the dark. You come back, and you live, and the change is in the living." They sat with this. The coffee was finished. The morning light was growing—January light, still low, still cold, but growing. The eighth year had begun. The dark was behind them, not in the sense that there would be no more dark—there would be plenty of dark in January and February—but in the sense that they knew what the dark was for. The dark was for the coming back. The dark was for the light's return.

But just as it seemed like all hope was lost, a faint glimmer of light appeared in the distance, beckoning us forward like a beacon of hope in the darkness. "Look," Sophia exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. "There's a way out!" With newfound determination, we raced toward the light, our hearts pounding with anticipation. As we drew closer, the darkness seemed to recede, giving way to a blinding brightness that engulfed us in its warm embrace. As we stepped into the light, a sense of relief washed over us, banishing the shadows that had threatened to consume us. We were free, our spirits soaring as we emerged from the darkness into the light of a new day.

he hissed. My head whipped around. The alley filled with darkness like it was a liquid. "What the he-," I started. Anton grasped my arm and pulled. The familiar fear I felt earlier gripped my throat. I'd never seen the darkness actually move before. It was coming at me. The soft edges of it blurred out everything as it melted forward. The streetlight above us flickered and buzzed before it shorted out leaving us in complete darkness. "Shit," Anton spat. "Come on." He tugged at my arm.

She found herself reading the words over and over again. When the time comes the dark and the light shall meet in a great battle. Only one side will come out victorious. With the blood of innocents paving the streets the dark will prevail over the light. The end of an era will come and the dawning of a new one. With the light gone the sky will turn red with fire, brimstone shall fall from the sky. The dark king shall once again take his rightful place as ruler. Every man and woman shall become a slave and the world will be rebuilt in turmoil.