Wow A Light In The Darkness Novels & Stories

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

The deeper we went the wider the hole became, however, the place was still eerily quiet. "…." Not only that, but it was also completely dark, too, "Sahra, illuminate the area," Oren instructed. For a moment I thought she'd administer some sort of skill or something, but it was just wishful thinking as she just brought out a heavy-duty flashlight in her inventory. That reminds me, is a high authority spell that only angels and high priests can use.

to her last orb. Instead of kissing the orb, the orb danced happily around her with a parade of giggles, making Aura giggle as well. As it danced, sparks of light flew from it, cascading around us like rain. Then it finally slowed its movements and rested in front of Aura; she finally kissed the orb of light and it flew into the sky, brighter and bigger than ever. Instead of twirling around the sky, or shooting off like a star, it appeared to be a firework that umbrella over us and fell around the village, lighting up the grounds and covering us in the most protective and warmest shield I had ever seen and experienced. The brightness soon dimmed, but I could still feel the protective shield

Then, from somewhere far far behind the witches—behind even the imposing silhouette of the castle—a massive beam of dark light erupts skyward. The light is... horrible. It's not the absence of light, but something actively dark, as if it's made of concentrated shadow given form. It shoots upward with tremendous force, piercing through the fog like a spear through paper. The beam is so intense, so purely wrong, that looking at it makes my eyes water and my soul recoil. For a moment, the beam simply stands there, a pillar of darkness connecting earth to heaven. Then the fog begins to react.

because my life has reached a level of pathetic that requires supernatural intervention. “Veni ad me, daemon ignis,” I mutter, squinting at my phone. “Uh— vincula carnis, something something, claim me?” I snort. Take a sip of wine. The candles flicker again, harder this time, all of them at once, and the temperature in the room drops so fast I see my breath. The lights go out. Not just the candles. Everything. The kitchen light, the bathroom light, the glow of my phone, all of it dies at once and the darkness is absolute, total, the kind of dark that has weight and texture and presence.

The wolves shook the remnants, the dark power falling like shards of darkness from the wolves’ jaws as they disintegrated. Bri smiled sadly as the wolf energy morphed, spinning into a vortex that consumed Lorraine, Draven, and Beckham’s lifeless body, blocking them from sight. The living two shrieked in horror within the darkness. The moon pulsed overhead and the darkness erupted into a churning blinding light. Everyone blocked their eyes, that was except for Bri, Wyatt, and myself. Somehow we could see through it, as the light tore them apart and they fell away into nothing. The light winked out and the dark power pulled back to reveal an empty stage. That is except for Silas.

I whisper, rocking her gently in his arms. Everything becomes quiet around us. The black gap of the tornado has grown and is now spreading throughout the whole forest. In a moment it will touch the ground and crush everything in its path. The witches join me and take each other by the hand. In the middle of the eerie silence our faces are suddenly light up all at once. We all look up at the sky to see where the light is coming from. A beam breaks through the black hole, and a figure appears where the light hits the ground. It steps out of the light and comes to us.

I could see another silhouette behind, a familiar one; My wrafter, but I didn’t have time to mutter a command. The pain was too overwhelming for my body and conscious to handle, and I was out cold, embraced inside a pool of darkness.

The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

She gasped for air, her face turning from pale to the gray of the grave. Her head slowly dipped beneath the lake's surface. Desperate, I reached for her arm, but my hands just kept slipping through her, powerless to save her. My mother's struggle ceased. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. Tears streamed down as she whispered, "Yocelyn, did you come for me?" She could... see me. My eyes widened in shock as I cried out, "Mom—" "Mrs. Carden!" Just then, Samuel's voice cut through the silence like a knife.