A Dark Night Story Novels & Stories

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Oddly, the basement door starts to shut, stealing the ray of light that once filtered in through the wide opening. The place is dark. Sinfully dark. ‘Brit?’ My senses heighten as I listen to the footsteps of my master in the dark. I’m trying so hard to guess what he’s up to when something flicks. A lighter. He holds it forward, channeling the light on my body. ‘What is he trying to do?’ My body glistens and squirms as I keep guessing. I'm not sure how long I’ll last if he sets me ablaze. Something sticks into the small flame.

Then everything goes dark. **************************************************

Inspector Rana’s dark voice echoed: “Start the story. The professor who tells the first story… survives.” Anusha took a deep breath. The memory she had locked away in the darkest room of her mind for years returned to her suddenly. “Okay…” she said in a trembling voice. “I will tell you… the most terrifying night of my life.” The lights dimmed. The air became heavier. Some students began to cry. But Anusha’s story had begun— and now it couldn’t be stopped. The Night’s Guest — The Beginning It was 2017. Anusha was a new research scholar and was staying at an old guest house hidden in the mountains.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

He confronted the girl, and her face showed disappointment as she looked at his body. Her lips lengthened, and she buried her face in the pillow she was embracing. She couldn’t help but be disappointed when she saw that the young man was wearing a t-shirt. What she expected was only a white towel wrapped around his waist. “Tsk, disturbance!” “What?” Dark asked in confusion, and he was called a disturbance. “Nothing; I'm going to sleep.” Natasha lay down and covered herself with a blanket. Shaking his head, Dark left the room and headed into the living room. He wasn’t sleepy yet, so he decided to open his laptop. Until now, there has been no news of who was following them earlier.

{Ciril’s POV} “After all that you’ve done, you run?” I muttered now, discussing the fact that I had just been chasing after the so-called Lord of Darkness— the Dark One of the army of the undead, the one who turns days into night. — turns out he had turned the day into night just so he could sneak away in the shadows. “I’m not running.” The Dark One responded now. “Seems like it to me, but you know what? I don’t care. You are before me now with nowhere to run to and that’s what matters.” I said and stepped forward with my fists clenched.

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"