Dark 2015 Novels & Stories

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

"Yes, Mr Maxwell my wife is really good. If you want any help please tell her. She can do anything" James also taking Kylie side and offer her help to Maxwell. Maxwell and Ray both understand what is hidden in his words. And feeling spitting up to see those disgusting couple in front of them. The press conference starts, Both team seat on the main chair to sign their contract and the media was ready with cameras to record everything. But suddenly the lights of the hall went off and some video playing on the big screen. This was the video of James embezzlement of companies money evidence. Everyone saw this and was shocked.

"Bitch! This is going to be awesome! I just got this picture taken a couple of days ago, and your spooky drawing, shit! I know you can see the dead and all that jazz but your drawing is very dark, very real! We might just get the highest points in class." Then Diane's phone beeped. "Fuck! I forgot about Brad we were supposed to meet up for dinner, we got too carried away with this thing." She laughed hard. "Yes I guess we did, so you want to finish this for now and continue after class tomorrow?" I asked while I was already tidying up my drawing kit into my bag. I was feeling a bit tired myself.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.

I said and I turned toward the door. "Kaelor," Darius said. "You've been quiet today," he said. "Different quiet from your usual quietness" I turned halfway. "Long a few days," I said. "Yes,they have been." He said glaring at my gaze. I walked out. The eastern approach road at the second hour of the night was cold and completely dark. No moon,cloud cover from the mountain passes moving in heavy and low. The darkness was total at the ground level,this kind of darkness every wolf sense has

A darker one. ' He's just right there... Defenseless and unaware... All I need to do is lunge forward with all my might, slit his throat and it will be all over... I will be free. ' Estelle's mind took a dark turn. Her claws extended before she realized it. It's pointed tip gleamed in the darkness with a silver hue. Then another shiver tore through her body. The cold shattered the thought completely. ' What am I doing?' Estelle sighed, a little disappointed at herself. She felt a little shameful for thinking of killing the man who saved her life in his sleep.

The penthouse lights flickered once. Then again. Then they died completely. Total darkness swallowed the bedroom in an instant. No emergency lights came on. No faint glow from the city outside the reinforced windows. Just pure, heavy blackness that pressed against Eli’s eyes like a living thing. Eli’s breath caught in his throat. His body went rigid. The platinum collar around his neck suddenly felt like a chain dragging him down into the void. The old terror roared back to life, faster and stronger than ever.

“What?” I show them the phone. Damian swears under his breath. “He’s dead.” “Yes,” I say slowly. “But someone else just picked up the pen.” The lights flicker again. And this time, they don’t come back on. Chapter 37 POV: Lydia Hart Darkness has weight. It presses in on the room, thick and deliberate, as if the power outage is not a failure but a decision. The hum of the city outside is muted, distant, like London itself has stepped back to watch what happens next.

Something predatory. And then Darkness.