10 Years Inner Darkness Novels & Stories

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The Darkness called out from its blockade beyond the hills where I sat south. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The Darkness's voice echoed a constant, insidious whisper in my mind. It promised relief, an end to the torment. But I knew better. I had seen the horrors it could unleash, the twisted, broken souls it left in its wake. I had to ignore the Darkness for another twelve hours before the ritual was over as that was how long the first one was, and the Darkness had lost. I had to do this for my twins and to ruin some version of the Cult's plan to kill them and change the realm.

But I wasn't in fot that life anymore. It was… dirty. Unclean. Even when it carried so much power and loyalty. Ten years ago, I dropped everything. The pride. The honor. The darkness. The oath. The brotherhood. The staff of the devil. I laid it down with my own hands. I chose a road that felt right to my spirit—even if it carved my feet open with sharp stones. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t glorious. It was filled with silence, doubt, pain of reshaping and the voluntary loneliness.

A deserter of Blackthorn. That’s what drew him in, what made him risk his quiet, human life just to say he’d had me. To taste the darkness that clings to my skin like a curse. He spent three years wearing down my walls, and I let him. I let him in because... gods, I’m pushing fifty. Half a century alone in the dark catches up with you, even if you pretend it doesn’t. And gods, how I regret it now. Regret letting him in.

The doors were already sealed. You could taste the fear now. It was in the air. I didn’t want to waste another breath. So I reached inward. And let it out. The darkness surged from me like a living shadow, fast, cold, furious. It tore across the hall in silence, swallowing everything it touched. It wasn’t just power. It was wrath. Pure, focused vengeance. “P-please, Lord Balshov! We didn’t offend you!” a few of them cried out, faces twisted in desperation.

Luciano said slightly angry. “Sorry.” He is right I should not exhaust me. From past two to three I have been buying a lot of things for our child. I even ruined his celebration. “Let’s go home. I was waiting for you to wake up. An IV was attached to you, it ended almost one hour ago.” He said picking me up bridal style. ……………………………………………….. The Past (Fourteen Years Back) Third Person POV There was complete darkness everywhere. The two little terrified girls were hugging each other tightly. Their soft cries can be heard in dark silent environment.

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

Chapter 1 Every day was the same for Ariz Jones. School, part time work and twice a week she meets up with the irregulars of Nobel Paranormal Investigation. Sometimes when he's not busy, Ranka Taniyama the NPI Japanese resident monk or Ran for short teaches Ariz something about exorcisms and some warding spells.

I immediately answered the phone. "Yes, sir." "Keep a muzzle on your girlfriend. I don't like what she's doing to mine." His tone was cold and deadly. It scared me. Then again, he always scared me. I was terrified of Adam. He was so violent, ruthless, cold-hearted, and bloodthirsty. What disturbed me the most was how he carried himself with great composure and professionalism while around others. He was a real-life version of American Psycho. You never would have thought he had a side that was so dark. I was amazed by how loving he was to Daphnie. That was a completely different side of him I never thought existed. The only downside was that he became even more brutal than he already was whe

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.