Romans & histoires Darkness Visible

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He reached for a light switch but couldn't find one, so he moved to the next wall, searching for one. He sucked a breath in, gasping when he tripped over something hard. “Why is it so fucking dark in here?” Aero cursed. With his abilities, he should be able to see in this room, but he can't. It's like the room is void of light all together. Not even the light coming in from the door seems to reach inside the room. It was like there was something blocking the light from entering, creating a void of complete darkness. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face, which was concerning being that he's a vampire Elder and should be able to se

a place of torment, evoking the quality of sinister wilderness. Where there is no light nor hope. The place engulf people in darkness. It is the “infernal world” of horrors. The place resembles a dungeon burning like a furnace But the flames give on light, or only just enough light to emphasize the darkness—“darkness visible”.

They spun around, their hearts pounding in their chests. There, in the distance, they saw it. A figure, shrouded in darkness, stood amidst the ruins of the forest. It was a silhouette, a mere outline, but it was undeniably there. And as they watched, it began to move, slowly, inexorably towards them. Liam and Xal'dar exchanged a terrified glance. The battle was not over. A new threat had emerged, a darkness even more profound than the one they had just defeated. As the figure drew closer, they could make out more details. It was tall, almost inhumanly so, and its form seemed to shimmer and distort in the dim light. Its eyes, two glowing orbs of pure darkness, seemed to pierce their very soul

THE DARKNESS LOOMS The mysterious woman's eyes locked onto the man's, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She could feel the weight of his words, the sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a challenge. "What do you mean by 'the darkness'?" she asked, her voice firm despite the tremble that threatened to betray her. The man's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "The darkness is a power that has been growing in strength for centuries," he said. "A power that threatens to consume everything in its path."

said the man. "Just a little. Ten. " Dark said plainly. "Fine, you can still come here and help me." Trans sighed. "I'll help you, don't worry," Dark added Dark turned to his watch. 'It's time.' Dark stood up, took his gloves and coat from the drawer and put them on. Death Guardian Invisibility Coat serves as their protection to normal people's eyes. The only people who can see them are people who have died and are called people with strange abilities or a third eye.

I ask with concern. “Alden… I think there’s something over there,” she whispers. Atlas is up on his feet, teeth barred, hackles raised, pushing forward wanting to shift and protect Sorrell and Alma, but I hold him back. I look up and follow Sorrell’s eye line, but all I see is darkness… and that’s the problem. Even in a pitch-black room in the dead of night, our eyes can make out enough of our surroundings, but all I see a few feet in front of us is darkness; darkness so black and thick it’s almost like it’s absorbing the light around it. Fear catapults through me when I see the darkness move and I can make out the almost smoky outline of three black shadowy figures, and three sets of bright

"Show me something." There was a moment of silence like an eternity. Lyda's eyes were burning in anticipation. Just then, she heard another series of voices coming from behind her. Lyda turned around to see a faint light appearing in the dark distance. It grew until it formed a pillar of light that was almost too bright to look at, and yet, it was still stifled by the heavy darkness. It looked almost like an opening doorway.

Then I open my eyes. Pitch black. Not dark dark. Aggressively, personally, vindictively dark. I raise my hand to my face, and it disappears. There isn’t a single sliver of light—no gap in the curtains, no blinking standby light, no merciful slice of moonlight sneaking in to help me out. Adrian had, apparently, gone to great lengths to ensure that even the concept of visibility couldn’t get comfortable in here. I stand there for a moment, taking that in.