10 Years Inner Darkness Novels & Stories

** The Choice of Shadows** Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.

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.

The dinner table, once a symbol of togetherness, had become a stark reminder of the fractures that had taken hold within their home. But there was a hidden truth, a reality that Isabella had tried desperately to shield her daughter from—the gradual descent of James into a world of alcohol. In the beginning, it had been just a few glasses at the village's inn, a way for James to cope with the immense grief that had settled over their family like a heavy shroud. But as the weeks turned into months, the situation had grown increasingly difficult. What had started as a means of escape had become a destructive habit, and James found himself spending his evenings and hard earned money at the inn,

I would usually take three days to prepare to say just three words. “No, actually . . .” “Nonsense. Come on.” “Mother fucker,” I whispered under my breath. After downing his shot, Rob lead me up to the brightly lit stage in front and I made a mental note to add Rob to my Black List. The List contained the names of people that I would do business with only through a proxy, otherwise it might end with me in an orange jumpsuit scratching out tally marks on the walls of a dingy shithole.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Greer Blackstone had always been a little afraid of the dark. When she was a small child, she had feared whatever monsters might be under her bed. After she had turned ten, she started fearing the monsters in her mother's bed. Now, at the ripe old age of eighteen, she feared the dark because of what it brought. Deafening silence. Time alone with her thoughts and with her fears. No distractions from the worries plaguing her. No reprieve from the hell of her mental anguish. Just the dark, the silence, and her thoughts.

declared Torme as he looked at Gerald with a satisfied expression. Watching as Gerald nodded, Torme then added in a serious tone, “Inner demons are dark manifestations that exist in everyone’s hearts. Sadly, not many are actually capable of truly vanquishing them. While I’ve come across many people who’ve attempted to defeat their inner demons, they always ended up getting swallowed by their inner demons, resulting in them becoming their worst nightmares… With that in mind, since you’ve managed to make it past your demons, I have to say I greatly admire you, Gerald!” “I appreciate the compliment, sir! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll proceed with the next soul bamboo!” replied Gerald in a grat

The refusal to let the darkness win. A shuddering sigh escaped him. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning heavily against me. When he opened them, the raw agony was still there, a wound that would never fully heal, but the terrifying, consuming darkness had receded. The avenger was dormant, perhaps forever banished by the sheer force of shared grief and a love tested beyond endurance.

Chapter 14 “There are those who are afraid of the dark, not just because it’s dark, but because of what’s inside the darkness.” — Timothy Long JORDAN POV “And then another one bites the dust. Hell must be freezing and demons fleeing with the way everyone is just getting hooked. Tell me, what in the world is going on? Is the earth running out of women or something?” Quin drawled smoothly before winking at me, the glass of whiskey lingering on his lips for a moment.