Yin Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

Three separate currents of darkness moving through me at once, each one distinct and somehow familiar, like voices I had been hearing through walls for years and was only now hearing clearly. Ryder's was sharp and controlled and furious and exhausted. Kratavak's was restless and searching and deeply, privately lonely. Liam's was quiet. The quietest of the three. And the saddest. "It's working," Kratavak said softly. His voice was different. Looser. "Don't talk," Ryder said. His eyes were closing. The darkness kept moving through me and I held it, the way I always held it, in that part of myself I had never been able to name or locate. The part that seemed to have no bottom.

Push Me and See Hycinth The room was dark. Velvety curtains, the color of deep cobalt, hung over blackout blinds and ensured virtually no light penetrated the space. I liked it that way....dark. It was how the world should be because color and light just made me feel the pain of everything I had lost. I couldn't take it. I burrowed deeper beneath the covers, wishing to blend in with the blackness, to fade into an empty void of nothingness where I just stopped feeling.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

A ripple of unease spread through the courtyard. Then he stepped inside. Lucien Blackthorn walked into his kingdom like a storm wearing human skin. He looked the same. That was the cruelest part. Same broad shoulders. Same dark hair brushing his collar. Same devastating, carved-from-stone face. But the resemblance ended at his eyes. They were no longer the molten gold of an Alpha. They were something deeper. Darker. Like moonlight reflected in a bottomless well. Old. So old it made the air feel thin.

said Lin Yin, looking at Long Chen, who appeared to be emitting black color from his body. "Auntie, I feel that the black qi is different from the qi in my world. What is it?" asked Li Wei, who had never seen the black qi she felt from Long Chen. Perhaps every world had different qi, but the difference was only in its quality. Unlike the black qi of Long Chen, which seemed to have a purer level than the qi in her world.

Their only aim was to eliminate by any means possible. "Fine," I said, gritting my teeth and lighting the flame in my hand. My flame flickered out the second it lit and I shouted, "What the fuck?" "They are dark mages," Yarin shouted between thrusts of her punches toward the other mage. "Remember, they can use the darkness and shadows against our fire magic." Shit, Yarin was right. I dodged an inky shadow aimed from the dark mage's hand. I needed to think fast. How could I stop someone designed to extinguish my flames?

“In their castle beyond night Gather the Gods in Darkness, With darkness to pattern man’s fate. The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue- For the blackness of Evil knows various shades, Full many as Evil has names.” Karl Edward Wagner

Once again, I ignore her antics and carry on with my explanation. "A classic yin-yang is black and white, which symbolizes one of the most powerful opposites to exist. Light and dark. The world, as you know, is light. But the world I live in is dark. Your mind is innocent to our world. However, your father doesn't share that same innocence." I reply, taking another sip of my water. I continue to look out towards the city as the day slips from bright into darkness. Remnants of a fading sunset shimmer in the distance as dark hues of pink and purple reflect along the glass of the skyscrapers surrounding the city. "What is that even supposed to mean?" Mingmei practically hisses.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Lagos skyline, black leather furniture, dark wood, and the faint scent of cedarwood and power hanging thick in the air and there he was. Damien Blackthorn rose from behind his massive mahogany desk like a predator uncoiling. Seven feet of pure, overwhelming Alpha dominance wrapped in a tailored black suit that did nothing to hide the hard muscle beneath. Broad shoulders, powerful chest, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and those piercing golden eyes that locked onto me the instant I entered. His presence slammed into me like a physical force: raw, ancient power mixed with dark masculinity that made my knees want to buckle.

Darkness, This is what I felt everywhere, every moment. Now, it doesn't matter anymore if I'm in front of bright sunlight or under the moonlight. Intense sunlight has also become useless to intriguing my dead iris. Unfortunately, I'm blind. I cannot see at all. For me, days and nights are equal. I'm living a wretched life. For all my needs, I depend on other members of the family. I cannot take care of myself.