Alone In The Dark Novels & Stories

Could heal them through involuntary unification. They had been experimenting in secret. Testing their theory. Attempting therapeutic merger. They had failed six times. Six beings were damaged. Six consciousnesses were fractured. Six lives were destroyed by forced merger attempts. But the seventh attempt succeeded. Partially. Temporarily. Problematically. A singular Dark named Alone had been suffering deeply. Had been isolated. Had been trapped in profound loneliness. Had been desperate for connection. For companionship. For anything to end the isolation. The scientists approached Alone. Explained their theory. Offered therapeutic merger.

Alina felt a chill crawl up her spine. “What do you mean?” Arun slowly turned toward the darkest tunnel entrance. His instincts screamed. He felt it. The presence. Silent. Watching. Lena straightened slightly. She felt it too. Then a quiet voice echoed from the shadows. “Impressive.” Alina’s heart stopped. A man stepped into the dim light. Tall. Dressed entirely in black. His expression was calm. Almost curious. A sniper rifle rested casually against his shoulder. Lena exhaled slowly.

"Don't make a sound. It echoes in here." He steps away, then his heat leaves, and his boots are on the metal stairs, then on the concrete below, and I'm alone in the dark with my arms over my head and a floor of wolves beneath me and no sense at all of how long twenty minutes is when I can't see the end of it. After a few moments, the first thing the dark does is make me loud.

EMILY, HANNAH Night had enveloped the city by the time we departed from the Lomonosov estate. The streets lay almost deserted. Only the sporadic beams from cars zipped through the gloom, vanishing as swiftly as they emerged. The city’s illumination flickered dimly against the dark windows of our vehicles, stretching and breaking across the glass like far-off stars. No one uttered a word. Not even Mikhail. The quiet within the vehicle felt more oppressive than usual. Tonight, we were stepping into the domain of Alexander Antonio. And I was set to enter his office. Roman's instructions echoed in my mind: Obtain the files. Those documents could dismantle his entire operation. I glanced down at

“That’s it? You’re not coming with me?” “No.” Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. My anxiety was now fully moisturized and thriving. Lilith opened the door anyway. The room beyond it was completely dark. I hesitated. Every horror movie instinct in my body told me this was a terrible idea. But before I could embarrass myself by backing out, Lilith gently pushed me forward. The door shut behind me. And just like that, I was alone. The darkness swallowed everything. I could barely even hear myself breathe. For a few long seconds, nothing happened.

It always seemed to be everyone's favorite spot to torture people, which is why Grayson checks it first. Maverick followed Coal and Grayson into the basement. As they began searching, he slowed his pace and kept a close eye on them. Once they were far enough away, Shade pushed forward and got to work. Maverick slowly turned, his eyes scanning the walls, searching for a spell that he could see through. His hellhound searched the basement, reaching out with his mind to any wolf that may be hiding. It didn't take him long to clear the basement and deem it empty.

“Then we'll fight it together. Whatever comes, we'll face it. You aren't alone in this.” Luna took a breath deep into her chest, her very heart struggling to remain intact with all the emotions mixed in her. She wanted to believe him, wanted to hope they could do this against the dark. But deep inside, she knew she would have to fight this battle all alone. Because no one else could hear the whispers. And no one but her could feel the pull of the darkness inching ever closer. It's time, Luna. The shadows await. As her consciousness transformed into an echoing noise, growing and growing ever loud, it became a bit more clamorous, more persistent.

He sat alone in the corner, his empty bottles of alcohol piling up in front of him. He wasn't paying attention, so he didn't hear them mention that the Stantons' heiress had been out on a self-searching journey in recent years and had just recently returned. He didn't consider the possibility that the note Jaycie had left him when she left could actually be true. By the time the night was over, it was already late. Cole had drunk far too much, and his steps were unsteady. Wayne and the others saw how badly he was swaying, and they didn't want him to go back alone, so they called Eileen.

Alison’s POV Darkness wasn’t just the absence of light; it was an endless void. It felt like being submerged in a deep, inky ocean, weightless but suffocating. I had no sense of time, no idea if hours or days had passed. Sometimes, I thought I could hear faint echoes of voices, distorted like sounds traveling through water. They were fragments, disjointed and fleeting, but enough to make me desperate to respond. My mind screamed for my body to move, for my lips to part, but nothing happened. I was trapped in this abyss, locked within myself.

In a dark corner, Lilith stood with tears in her eyes. 'Jasmine… can you see it all? The truth… has finally come to light.'