10 Years Inner Darkness Novels & Stories

Cassian bowed his head, forehead nearly touching mine. “Then do it.” Damien roared from the archway. “No!” Too late. My blood sank through Cassian’s shirt. Into silver light. Into the Heart. Into him. The world turned white. For one endless second, I felt everything. Cassian’s chains. His screams under Black Hollow. His sister’s betrayal. Damien’s blade. The Heart forced into his chest. Twenty-one years of darkness. Twenty-one years of not dying. Twenty-one years of waiting without knowing whether anyone would ever come.

However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago. I guessed my death was the reason that my soul could finally drift away from the hospital room that had been my cage. I followed my mother, my ghostly eyes wide as I watched her sort through the mess I had left behind. My mother, who always took such pride in her looks and never seemed a day over 50, had aged a decade overnight, and her hair turned to silver. Her shaky, frail silhouette made my heart feel like it was being crushed. The day they closed my account with the world was bright and sunny. The harsh sun seemed to weigh heavily on my mother's hunched shoulders.

"It's not dangerous, I swear. It's a low-dose sedative, it just—she would've been fine, I just wanted—" I punch him again. “I need a name!” “It’s GHB!” He produces urgently. “It was a low dose, I swear—” I slam his head back against the floor before punching him again. The anger coming out of me right now is not the kind I'm used to. I'm used to cold anger, controlled, the kind I can easily put down when I'm finished with it. This is different. This is an old type of anger that comes from somewhere dark, somewhere I stopped visiting years ago, those years before I knew how to channel it into something useful, when the feel of bone breaking under my knuckles was the only thing that made the w

Edeline My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, spinning and colliding in my mind, leaving me disoriented. Above, the sky, once a stunning overcast, turned completely black, as if the world itself was mirroring my inner turmoil. I surrendered to the enveloping darkness, letting it consume me as I embraced the numbness it offered. ... Tatiana I couldn't shake the overwhelming emotion gnawing at me. It felt like my wolf was at odds with me, existing on opposite ends of a spectrum of dark and light. She despised me, and the rift between us seemed to grow with each passing moment.

He was prepared, as if he recognized exactly who was coming and knew there was no avoiding it. Ava stepped closer. "Who is it?" No answer. Rain poured down around them. The forest groaned beneath the storm, and thunder rolled across the sky. Then, the voice returned—not from the trees, not from the horizon, but from everywhere. Inside every mind. Inside every heartbeat. Inside every memory. *"Thirty-two years."* The words felt ancient. Heavy. Filled with hatred. *"Thirty-two years in darkness."* Ava gasped. The voice wasn't lonely like Subject Zero's. It wasn't wounded or sad. This voice burned. It carried rage—pure rage, the kind that survives decades, the kind that becomes part of a person

he said, taking something out of his pocket. … Escuridade stares at the vial of black powder in his hand, then at the small, jagged cut on his finger. The silence that followed was heavy, pressing against her chest like physical weight. “Ten years,” Escuridade whispered. “She has been in this state for ten years.” The realization hit Escuridade with the force of a physical blow. While Mestre Escuro had been building an army, while they had been fighting for freedom– Emile has been right here, beneath their feet, rotting in a cage. She looked at the girl again. The muttering, the scratching, the way her body seemed to resist the very air around her. It was not just madness. It was a slow, ago

One of these days I will release a book, of a mystical nature, so nothing special, but I tried to reflect the reality that they are among us. - Hmm, that would be interesting to read. Duk says in a slightly lowered voice. - What will be the title of your book? - "Those who live in darkness." I will send you one copy, tell me your address. Duke hesitated for a moment and replied: “Uh, it’s very kind of you to send her to Oak branch five, flat seventeen.” - Well, one of these days it already goes into wide circulation. Your first book. Conrod looked at his watch.

Despite knowing the things I do, the wrong things I do, I can't stop, I'm addicted to evil, to bad, to darkness. I heard a saying a long time ago, It said If you let the darkness in, it's never coming out. I let the darkness in years ago and it's never coming out, the realization shocks me to the core, but it's the truth. I would be lying if I said I don't miss who I was, the young boy with beautiful laughs and amazing people, the young boy who had all he wanted, but all this changed in a blink of an eye, this young boy died the day his sister died, he died with her, never to be awoken. I don't owe anyone an explanation or an apology for becoming the person I am, the darkness I am, I won't g

Every drop of blood was in penance for our role in destroying our mates trust in us. Where Jude laughed as he succumbed to his inner madness I simply fell into the darkness. It roared its silent song in my ear, promising endless, excruciating nothing. The darkness cleared here and there throughout the fight, but it was the worst towards the end. One moment it had consumed me entirely. I wasn’t sure what I’d awaken to. A single blink later and I was lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling. “Little dove! Did you see me win?”

She was as helpless as a weak infant. She had been terrified of the dark her whole life. It was a nightmare she could never escape. It was the root of her inner demons. She had never been able to get out of that trauma and phobia. Karen Joy held her head tightly in her arms and curled up in the dark corner. The horrible memories of the past attacked her like a tide. She heard the voices of the kidnappers. It had been more than ten years, but it echoed so loudly in her ears right now.