Alone In The Dark Novels & Stories

Four knew where we were. “North,” Kieran said. “Alaska. Yukon. _Nowhere_.” Gregor burst in. “Riders,” he said. We froze. “How many?” “One.” Kieran was moving before Gregor finished. We ran to the ridge. Below, on the dirt road, a motorcycle. And a man. No helmet. Black hair. Eyes like _void_. Project 1. He was _alone_. He was _walking_. And he was _carrying_ something.

Internal. She backed away slowly, eyes darting around the dimly lit space. The package from earlier. Luca’s visit. The hit team. Everything felt connected now, threads pulling tighter in the dark. Her burner phone vibrated in her pocket, once, twice. A new message. But before she could check it, the lights in the far hallway flickered once… then went out completely. The penthouse plunged into partial darkness, emergency strips glowing faintly along the floor. Elena’s breath caught in her throat. She was alone. Truly alone for the first time in months. And something, or someone, was moving inside with her.

And then Reagan's text message appeared. "If you need anything or you don't feel safe there, text me." Amira chuckled, reading the message several times before deciding how to answer. "Okay, you don't have to worry too much." … Andrea sat alone in his private relaxation salon at the far end of the mansion; it was designed for peace, but today it felt like a pressure cooker. The lights were dim, creating lengthy shadows on the marble floor. A glass of whiskey remained undisturbed on the low table. Then he lit a cigarette, and the flame flared briefly before curling up into the stagnant air.

"Your private sitting room? Why?" His eyes dropped, sweeping over me slowly, deliberately. The look in his eyes sent a cold dread through me. "Because I want you there, Maeve. And you'll do what I say. Alone. It's time we... explored the full extent of our arrangement." His voice was low, husky, and filled with a chilling promise. "No one will bother us there. It will be just us."

And as the evening returned to the silence from which it was snatched, so did they, not as teacher and student, not as scandal or spectacle, but as two people who had found something surprising in each other. Something real. She got up at last to dim the lights. The city still shimmered outside, neon reflections flickering across the walls. But what caught her eye wasn’t the skyline. It was the little black velvet bag on the floor beside the bed, half-open now, its contents slightly scattered. The blindfold was draped across the rug like spilled ink. One of the clamps dangled by its chain from the edge of the nightstand, forgotten. And the vibe, small and rose-gold, blinked once, a faint pul

~ Nerrissa ~ The dark room smelled of burnt pine wood and dry stone. I sat alone in a vast sea of pitch-black mud. Cold water crept up past my ankles, soaking through the thin hem of my nightgown. High above me, there was no sun, no moon, and no sky. There was only a heavy ceiling of cracked black granite, dripping with thick, steaming water that hissed whenever it hit the mud. A heavy vibration moved through the dirt beneath my bare feet.

Bringing it to his lips, they parted in welcome, and with a bite into the fruit, the youth backed away from the fridge as the light faded away behind the closing door. For a second she just stood there, in the dark of the room. The only source of light was from a window adjacent to her position, moonlight bathing a section of the tiled floor with its brilliance. Alina was never the type to be afraid of the dark; in fact, the lack of light was her domain, free from the stress of the day. So it came as a bit of a shock to her when she started feeling a bit creeped out. Standing in the black shades of the wall, Alina halfheartedly ate another piece of her snack. Her mind no longer focused on th

I look back to see a syringe sticking out of my bicep, but the darkness is already closing in. When I wake, I’m in a dark room, chained up and completely alone. I don’t have any idea where I am, but it smells damp and the air is very cold. Letting my head drop back, I stare up at the only source of light I can find – a flickering lightbulb hanging from the very grimey ceiling. “Well Luna.” I sigh, “I guess that was too easy after all.”

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.