Dark Corners Book Novels & Stories

she thought. It was dark, with a candle lit at a far end of a corner, and her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet. Relying on her sixth sense and sense of touch, she tried walking towards the door she came in from, when she heard a light growl. Suddenly, she noticed that there were other candles in the pitch black room, and they were all getting lit in sequence, like a chain reaction...poof! Poof!! Poof!!! Poof!!!

I would never understand that. Slightly unwillingly, I pushed an old donut box away with my shoe and put my foot there. Then I was faced with an extremely scowling man who frowned slightly. His eyes were very dark and the tanned skin made them look almost black. The pockmarked face made him look rather rough and somber. But that could also be due to the thunderstorm expression he drew at the sight of me.

She took a step back and kept some distance between them. Natelie, pretending not to notice, moved even closer. Wendy did not realize she was standing near a champagne tower. Natelie's eyes flickered before she suddenly gasped and lunged toward Wendy. Wendy stepped back on instinct, and her elbow hit the table. The champagne tower collapsed instantly. The glasses shattered, and golden liquid spilled everywhere. Without thinking, Lucas shielded Natelie. Wendy crashed to the ground. Glass shards pierced her skin. The floor was a mixture of her blood and champagne.

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

That room is definitely cursed and I don't have the courage to open it. I opened the refrigerator and morning's frozen breakfast gawked back at me. I thought I would eat it for dinner but Catherina ordered us dinner as it was late due to rain. I grabbed a water bottle for the night and kept the lights on. I don't like darkness, I am scared of it. My heart thuds whenever I see the dark corner. It feels like he is staring at me. The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion.

But every book I picked up was a dead end, filled with useless information and empty promises. I was about to give up when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. A faint glimmer of light caught my attention, drawing me towards a distant corner of the section in the library. As I approached, I realized that the light was coming from a narrow gap between two towering bookcases. Without hesitation, I squeezed through the gap, feeling a rush of excitement as I emerged into a small, secluded alcove. Here, in the dim light, I saw a row of old, leather-bound books that looked like they hadn't been touched in centuries.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

Instead I follow her inside like I’m on a leash I can’t see. The studio smells like antiseptic, incense, and something darker—leather and skin. The walls are covered in flash art: devils and angels locked in embraces that leave nothing to the imagination. Lucia locks the door behind us and flips the sign to CLOSED. “Sit,” she says, nodding toward a plush leather chair in the corner. “You look like you’re about to bolt.” I perch on the edge, knees pressed together, skirt smoothed over them. She disappears into the back and returns with two mugs. The coffee is strong and sweet. She settles on the rolling stool opposite me, legs spread in a way that makes my throat dry.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

It hit my shoulder before dropping to the floor. I barely felt the pain. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.” I almost ignored it. But something about that book caught my eye. It wasn’t like the others. The cover was deep red—so dark it looked almost like dried blood in the dim light. The edges were lined with gold that had faded with age. I frowned and bent down to pick it up. It felt heavier than it looked. When I turned it over, I noticed something strange.