Daniel Amnesia Dark Descent Novels & Stories

Falling into the Abyss Daniel was drowning. Not in water, but in darkness. It pulled him down, suffocating, smothering his thoughts, his memories, his very sense of self. He could no longer tell where his body ended and the ancient evil began. He was weightless, yet trapped, caught in a current he couldn’t escape. It whispered to him—soft, coaxing, like silk against his skin. “Stop fighting, Daniel.” “This is who you were always meant to be.”

Daniel looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. “Because I’m the only person still alive who knows what happened the night I disappeared.” Damien’s expression sharpened. “You remember?” “Fragments.” “What kind of fragments?” Daniel closed his eyes. “I remember Mother screaming.” “I remember Father’s voice.” “I remember being carried.” His breathing became uneven. “And I remember…” He stopped. The memory seemed to trap him. “What?” Elena asked softly. Daniel opened his eyes. “There was another man.” Marco frowned. “Who?” “I never saw his face.”

I began slowly,m watching her lips twitch. “Do not play dumb or fake amnesia because I know you don't have amnesia” Daniel chipped in, hitting the hammer on the head without beating around the bush. Ice flicked for a second at the harshness of Daniel's voice. That was when he hit me and I realized that she knew who we were. She remembered and was not confused. She was afraid, her lips trembled slightly.

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Ruby sank to the floor. Dre turned away, shoulders shaking. Mom’s screams echoed down the hall. And me? I stood there. Numb. Free, they said. But the cost… the cost was everything. Reina’s light, gone. And no amount of freedom could ever bring it back.

Eleanor's P.O.V I don't remember. I don't remember how long ago it was that I had eaten. I don't remember how long ago it was that I had seen light. I don't remember how long ago I was standing on my own two feet. I just don't fucking remember. All that I can remember is Daniel confining me in this dark, cold room as I passed out after a long struggle against these magical restraints that seemed to grow even stronger with the amount of resilience I put in.

ANASTASIA’S POV Sick fantasies or dreams. Call them what you will, whatever I had buried for five years came clawing to the surface last night. I had come apart on Isaac’s cock. Not once. Not twice. But three fucking times. Even now, as my eyes blinked open, the memories slammed back into me, vivid and unforgiving. Heat coiled low in my belly, pulsing, spreading down until I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs again, proof that my body still burned for him.

I finally woke up from the nightmare and saw Kathleen still fast asleep beside me. After all these years, I still often dreamed of that incident as if many memories had been forgotten and were now resurfacing. It wasn't just a dream, but indeed a part of my buried memories. Now I seemed to have found a memory that there was still a witch who managed to escape from the flames. So it was natural that they became strong again. Perhaps she had performed a ritual with chalice of flames that made her unable to burn. From the spot I lying was, the hills looked towering and a large black cloud was above them. Maybe the witches were doing their activities.

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.