10 Years Inner Darkness Novels & Stories

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

this is what this dark room is. My trauma...

"I'd say about an hour." "Til they take the drug or until the drug kicks in?" Asher clutched Sarah's shoulders as he questioned her. "Tell me!" "Til it kicks in." Sarah responded sweetly. "Sorry Asher, but they've already ingested it. Did you really think I would give you an opportunity to stop them?" "Fuck!" Asher growled. He was about to lay into Sarah but the lights around them began to dim. "Looks like they're ready to make their appearance."

And to my surprise, he raises the microphone again. My chest inflates with a deep breath, and I open a shaky smile. "Ivy, my love, this song will never be able to say everything I need to tell you, but I know it managed to reach the depths of your heart." Another deep breath, and he looks at our guests, then back at me and continues. "Ivy, my whole life I lived hidden in my own darkness. I had no hope of ever getting out of there, let alone finding the light. Damn, I had even gotten used to that damn twilight. I was used to not allowing myself to feel or see anything. It was my home, my heart, and my life. But... when you appeared in front of me, when I touched you to keep you from getting h

** 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.

It's dark and menacing, eating me alive, but there is also a tiny fragment of light trying to fight. "Light and darkness..." I whisper, absorbed by the inner war going on inside of my chest. "Do I have to choose between them?" Instead of giving me a direct answer, the older lady gives me all of her focus and tells me something else. "The other you chose the route of darkness and gave up his inner white wolf. He let himself be controlled by his fear, and now I wonder: what will you choose?" My lips press together as I try to think. Sadly, my head is a sea of questions and arrows flashing in various directions until I'm confused and not able to figure out which path is right and which one is w

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