Novel & Cerita The Darkest Minds

“Ya pokoknya lo sih bahas-bahas begituan” “Bodo amat” Icha membuang muka dan menatap ke arah jendela. Meratapi nasib buruk yang sedang menimpanya. Kenapa ia berada diposisi seperti ini, terancam akan menghabiskan seumur hidupnya dengan orang bodoh, yang tidak bisa membedakan prioritas hidupnya.

Ana mendorong pintu di depannya dengan perlahan. Ruangan tersebut sangat gelap dan Ana hanya bisa melihat dengan samar-samar. Ada beberapa sudut yang diterangi oleh cahaya lilin. Semakin masuk kedalam, Ana merasa tubuhnya kembali bergidik. Ana bisa melihat kepala rusa yang menggantung di dinding. Ia juga melihat kepala gajah yang menggantung di dinding. Ruangan macam apa yang sedang ia masuki saat ini. Ini lebih terasa seperti rumah hantu. Ana menutup mulutnya, hampir saja ia berteriak saat melihat patung harimau yang terlihat sedang mengaum. Apa itu harimau asli? Batin Ana.

"The third generation will be pure. No 'pleasure contracts.' No emotional outbursts. No 'Secret Rooms' filled with old grudges. This child will be the first true Thorne." "You're not touching him," Iza hissed, her fingers curling into fists. "Dark will kill you if he finds you here." Silas let out a short, dry laugh. "Dark is currently occupied with a digital ghost hunt I started in London. He’s brilliant, yes, but he’s reactive. I built his mind, Izaib. I know exactly which buttons to press to make him look the other way." He reached out with a gloved hand, moving to touch her face. Iza flinched away, her back hitting the glass of the nursery.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

I sigh. He gives me a wide smile, one that makes my heart beat faster. "Whoever said darkness is evil did not have the depth of mind to cross the line and go beyond his own limitations. Darkness is much more than a behavioral tendency, it is a world trapped inside a universe itself; where humanity and any other race chooses to hide its most decadent thoughts, needs, and desires... Darkness is only a different way of experiencing things, it is a new veil that can be used to wake up other senses... It is in you, in me, in all of us..."

They stop right outside of the door and I hear someone fiddle with some keys before placing them in the door and unlocking it. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and it starts to ring in my ears from me panicking. It feels like it takes forever, and I'm going to die from a heart attack before the door is slowly opened. I don't see anything else at first but some lights coming inside the room, then a tall and dark person appears in the doorway. I don't see his face in the darkness but I feel his cold aura even from where I stand. My legs are about to go out under me when I see him take long strides toward where I stand!

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

Then the crash of metal and flash of fire engulfed everything in a deafening explosion. The dream changed, the darkness softening to reveal a heavily wooded glen where emerald and amber points of light played upon the landscape of colors. The woods behind the Lockwood mansion. The lights, like errant will-o'-the-wisps, then became the flashlights of searchers. They shouted the names of two boys in the dark. Two boys who were lost. No, not loststolen. With a sudden sense of terror, Royce gasped and bolted upright. For a second he couldn't remember where he was or who he was with until Kenzie stirred and spoke his name.

Inhaling through my nostrils, I choke on the air that is still thick and contaminated from the gas. The gas!! My Gods. Everything comes rushing back to me. Kylo. Me executing him with Sylvans' sword. Miya. The scourage. Miya and the scourage!!! The problem with darkness is that it can be limitless; infinite —boundless. It is neither quick nor slow, your friend or foe, and it can be filled with chaotic thoughts. Dark, intrusive thoughts. Until it just… isn't any more, and you are brought back to reality. A place that holds no position in your hearts, your mind, and life.