Alone In The Dark Novels & Stories

Good luck Dalton. I've seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralysing fear. In this darkness I sit, muscles cramped and unable to move. I only know my eyes are still there because I can feel myself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs I have no current use for. I can't hear anything either. I guess that should bring my heart rate down below the level of “rabbit in a snare” but it doesn't. By my genes I am a predator, I have the front facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but I feel like prey in this utt

“You are very late.” As Alison described her day, she could tell that Michelle didn’t believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket. “What’s that?” asked Michelle. Alison unwrapped a doorknob made from biscuits. “Pudding!” she said. Michelle almost fell off her chair. The End Continue reading... preservationman Jul 2015 NIGHT THEREFORE The moon being a spotlight of what took place Pitch black of darkness that can’t be erased A lonely man walking down the street was attacked by a Werewolf

AVERY I have seen the darkness in life. A kind of darkness that can blind a person. I experienced it when Aleister locked me in that room but it didn’t scare me. The pitch-black darkness in front of my eyes now is far scarier than any of the previous encounters. I push my hand forward. The terrifying lack of light clings to it and in a moment, my arm disappears from my sight. Even the light behind me can not illuminate whatever this place is.

The moon glowed brightly, it resonated with her. AILEEN’S POV It was dark; darkness was all I could see. I was alone in this huge space, I could not hear any sound, nor could I even hear my own breathing. If I stayed here for a while, I might so insane. I have been in this darkness for three days; or was it three days? I could not tell if a day has gone or if I am correct, I just kept counting and counting in my head, it was the only thing I could do in this space. I would wait for someone to save me.

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

Midnight exhales slowly and the entire crowd of twenty-four instantly disappears, nothing but their footprints left behind. The Land of Darkness returns to its eternal state. Quiet, and dark, and peaceful beneath the sky lit by three moons. I rest my cheek against the expanse of Jackson’s back, feeling mildly miserable physically, even if my wolf sings for joy in my soul. The ATV rumbles as Jackson drives it through the darkness of the Atalaxian night. My body moves and shifts along with it, jolting this way and that as we go, Jackson’s backpack shifting distractingly on my back as well. But even if I am not in the most comfortable sleeping position, I doze.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

I snapped out of it with her response saying If it would help you feel better sure I’ll go with you then came her next words I’m not sure I was ready for So who are you meeting up with she asked after taking a few moments I told her A guy I met while finishing my paperwork at school for next semester He says that he’s my mate I mean I felt it too but I’m still not going by myself I don’t know him we just met but the pull is so strong I just don’t know how to react and I’m shocked what I can’t believe you met your mate why are you just telling me this how long ago did you meet him I know he has to be handsome she says well we have been a little preoccupied I guess I will let you off this time

I ask with concern. “Alden… I think there’s something over there,” she whispers. Atlas is up on his feet, teeth barred, hackles raised, pushing forward wanting to shift and protect Sorrell and Alma, but I hold him back. I look up and follow Sorrell’s eye line, but all I see is darkness… and that’s the problem. Even in a pitch-black room in the dead of night, our eyes can make out enough of our surroundings, but all I see a few feet in front of us is darkness; darkness so black and thick it’s almost like it’s absorbing the light around it. Fear catapults through me when I see the darkness move and I can make out the almost smoky outline of three black shadowy figures, and three sets of bright

____ Alex trailed through the hallway taking slow steps in the dark as he used his wolf vision to walk through, their had been a sudden black out in the pack house and it's been over an hour since the lights went of again and it still hasn't been restored, he knew Damien had gone to check it but he hasn't returned yet he was getting slightly worried about it, he turned at a corner arriving at the hallway leading to the Lightroom his shoe heels clicked on the tiles as he walked in the dark echoing through the walls of the hallway. He reached the Lightroom door turning the door knob, a satisfying click is heard as he opens the door to the Lightroom. It creaked open making a screeching sound as