Darkness Mal Novelas e Histórias

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

They orbited towards Dain, so thick and dense that after a few seconds, all I could see were the starry expanse of his eyes, and the whiteness of his teeth. “Darkness, capital ‘D,’ and darkness, lowercase, are two very different things.” He explained, not at all fazed by my mistake. A flutter began low in my stomach as I settled into the armchair, nestling in the blanket that smelled strongly of Dain. How easy it felt sitting here with him. So easy that it wouldn’t be hard to picture this as my room, his bed as our bed. I shook the tempting thoughts from my head, covering my torment with curiosity. “The Darkness and the White Bull are one in the same, manifestations of the purest form of evi

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

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She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

I could still feel it and it wasn't pleasant at all. It felt like a warning. Like the worst had yet to come. Like a kind of darkness that consumes your emotions. That night was darker than ever. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and went straight to bed. Too much had happened today. Just too much. ============================ Your thoughts on the Dark Prince? 🤔🤔🤔

Summer's POV Bright blinding light pushed through the dreamless darkness that Summer was enjoying, beckoning her to wake up and embrace the new day where all her troubles were still very much existent. Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her.

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin