Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

In her eyes, Dante was a man shrouded in mystery. She did not want to force him to tell her anything he was not uncomfortable with sharing and simply thought he had a dark past, which made him reluctant to share things with her. It was understandable, they were still strangers after all. “So, your mother passed away last year?” He asked her. “Yeah, then a month after that my father remarried, now I have a step mother and step sister.” She told him. “Your father sounds like an arse. How can he marry another woman in such short period of time?” He asked, feeling annoyed.

The bearer would rule both light and darkness I slammed my fist against the stone wall. The sound cracked through the chamber, shards of stone littering the floor. I felt my blood boil in rage, at the veil, at my father for covering the truth, at myself for being too late to protect her. I could destroy the archives if I wanted, but what would that do? She was already gone. The only thing that mattered was finding her. A scout arrived, breathless, face pale. “Alpha we noticed suspicious activities beyond the unclaimed lands. Some sort of dark energy and animals fleeing.

“I, the accused and innocent, shall prevail. Justice shall be mine.” The assault of words was familiar to Gabriel. The tendrils tightened again. Gabriel had no breath left in his chest. His bones and joints were beginning to break under tremendous pressure. Dizzying agony consumed him, but he could not look away from the hooded figure. Dark brown eyes kept him in a trance. The old man’s fury reached a crescendo, and he brought both hands together, holding the dagger to heaven as the dawn slipped slowly over the boulder. “Suffer this day as I have suffered. Suffer your child as mine have suffered.” The sunlight began to burn Gabriel’s flesh. Blistering flesh began to flake away. G

I have a history of all things miserable and morbid. I was born into a world of light, but my past is one of the darkness. I keep it hidden from everyone, and even buried in the deepest depths of myself, because I don't want them to see the mess I've become. It's not because I care, it's because... I simply don't.

𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢V Vlad has been restless since Grace is gone. He is trying to do anything possible to bring her back. He doesn't eat properly nor does he sleep. I am worried about his health, it's like he is obsessed. And sometimes I feel that it's because of his ego. He doesn't want to let go the fact that Grace is married to Dominick and they love each other. At some point she will regain her memory.

Unknown POV It was darkness surrounding me. No… I was in a dark place. My heart just couldn’t accept that. My mind knew what I should do but deep down I felt… conflicted. He was the killer of my father, my aunt, and uncle, and my foolish cousins. People I know since I was born, were no more. Our entire clan was wiped out of this world. A prestigious clan that hunted supernatural creatures. Night Raven Hunters… gone for good. And here I was on my wedding day, planning to kill him. He caused this, he did this to me. I was blinded by revenge when I found out what happened.

his voice was broken and sounded desperate, my head hung in absolute shame at the distress I’ve managed to cause some of the only people who had shown me kindness and had asked nothing of me since being here. “Theo I’m sorry… I got drowsy from the pain medication and I guess it just freaked me out I thought something was wrong and I didn’t know what it was, the last time I felt that way was when I got this.” My finger traced the scar, the reminder of how cruel people could be for their own self interests and survival. “I promise it wasn’t my intention to freak you guys out, I just don’t know if I’m safe and whether you’ll get sick of me and try to be rid of me like everyone else does eventua

It seemed as though the darkness had been banished forever, and the light would shine eternal. But even in the midst of peace, there were those who sought to disrupt it. There were always those who coveted power, who sought to exploit the wounds of the past for their own gain. They lurked in the shadows, their hearts filled with resentment and their minds poisoned by old grudges. They whispered in the dark corners of taverns and in the hidden spaces of the forests, their words spreading like a plague.

His mind was racing, piecing together fragments of the past, trying to make sense of it all. As the clock struck midnight, Damian stared out the window at the city lights. He had spent years building his empire, but it felt like the shadows of his past were finally catching up to him. A part of him wished he could let it all go, but another part— the darker part—knew he wouldn’t rest until he had answers. The room grew colder, the silence heavier. And for the first time in a long time, Damian felt a flicker of doubt. Would finding the truth bring him peace—or would it only make everything worse?

Trust, that's something too valuable. "It happened two years back. I had a boyfriend at that time. We were in a good relationship at first until I realized his jealousy was overwhelmed. He started to control my life and stopped me from having friends. He kept me in his house. Actually, he kidnapped me. He tortured and locked me in the basement for a few months when he found out that someone in the college confessed to me. It was a bad experience for me and it caused me to have trauma with the darkness. I'm getting better with Scarlet's help but I have to admit that the darkness still haunted me." She spilled out every painful detail about her past. I could tell that it wasn't easy for her to