Darkness Mal Novelas e Histórias

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Celeste pushed harder, her light clashing against the dark force within. Back in the village, Malcom’s expression turned grim. He could feel the artifact’s tether weakening. His connection to the shadows was slipping, and with it, his grip on power. “You don’t understand,” Malcom hissed, stepping closer to Clara and Ethan. “If you destroy the artifact, you unleash something far worse.” Clara raised her chin defiantly. “We’re done listening to your lies, Malcom. This ends now.” Malcom’s laugh was bitter. “You’re all so naïve. Do you think light can exist without darkness? You’re only delaying the inevitable.”

Within the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, upon which rested an orb, pulsing with a ghostly blue light. Ethan drew nearer to the sphere cautiously, feeling the crude power radiating from it. “This... this is it,” he murmured. “The source of the darkness.” Lena stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the orb. “If we destroy it, we might be able to stop whatever’s chasing us.” “Or we could unleash something even worse,” Ethan replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The darkness swirled and coalesced into a monstrous form, a towering figure of shadow and malice with glowing red eyes that locked onto Ethan and Lena.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

This was the moment they had been preparing for, and she couldn’t afford to show any weakness. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the forest wash over her. She could feel the darkness lurking at the edges of her awareness, a cold, malevolent presence that sent a shiver down her spine. It was close, closer than she had ever felt it before. And then, suddenly, it was there. The darkness materialized at the edge of the clearing, a swirling mass of shadow and malevolence. Marinetta’s heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes, locking onto the figure that emerged from the darkness.

A gasp tore through my throat like a poisoned arrow and I shot to my feet, blinking away the nightmare that played behind my lids only seconds ago. “So real, how could it feel so real?” I wheezed, scrambling out the bed and heaving over the porcelain bowl of the washroom sink just before my guts heaved up even more of my poisoned blood. “Goddess and seven hells, Laziel. You have finally gone mad.” I chuckled bitterly, glaring at my reflection in the dirty mirror. “Side effects of The Darkness include fever dreams, wolf maladies, hallucinations…delirium,” I muttered, recalling the words from the scribe’s handbook after the first plague of the darkness hit all those years ago.

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

Malachar's Domain Darkness lived here. Not absence of light—true darkness. The kind that predated sun and stars. That existed in the spaces between atoms. Malachar stood at the center of it. His chamber was carved from obsidian a thousand years before Rome fell. No torches. No candles. Light had no place here. He didn't need it. The power surge that morning had hit him like a bell struck inside his skull. Every nerve, every ancient synapse lighting up in recognition.

Of course he chose this moment. His voice hit the hallway like the crack of thunder. “What. The fuck. Is going on.” Drayan didn’t move. I didn’t either. Malrik walked out of the darkness like he was carved from it — black shirt, black slacks, veins glowing faintly under his skin like molten embers. His gold eyes were too bright, too sharp, too feral. He looked at me. Then at Drayan. Then back at me. “I asked you a question.”