Dark Designs Novels & Stories

My skin prickled as my eyes scanned the space, searching for an answer that refused to come. Black and gray. Who paints a room in such dark, brooding shades? The walls loomed around me, their deep tones absorbing the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the massive windows. It felt cold, almost suffocating, as if the room itself carried a heavy, untold story.

Many people considered him a handsom guy he had Tanned skin black hair and brown eyes as he stood at a steady six-foot-one with a very muscular build from his many years of participating in extreme sports. Dark nation was very different from the rest of nations first would be that they didn't really have a boader between their two sectors. The Old leader of Darkness nation did this as a act of protest to the results of the great war seeing as how they didn't partcipate in the war he found it unfair he also had to divide his nation into so instead of building a wall or fence he just painted a line down the middle of his kingdom and just asigned the two side of the line a different sector name

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Push Me and See Hycinth The room was dark. Velvety curtains, the color of deep cobalt, hung over blackout blinds and ensured virtually no light penetrated the space. I liked it that way....dark. It was how the world should be because color and light just made me feel the pain of everything I had lost. I couldn't take it. I burrowed deeper beneath the covers, wishing to blend in with the blackness, to fade into an empty void of nothingness where I just stopped feeling.

I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness. I went back toward my car before driving off toward my office, deciding that I should start with work, get my dark black coffee, a coffee that matches my soul, that’s the better option for someone like me. I got busy with my paperwork, you’d be confused with how much paper work I have to do, every dollar in my bank has to be explained, to keep everything legal, hiding all my illegal work, to keep everything clean, the police would love to have some dirt on me, but I’m cautious with what I do, I would no end up in jail, not now or ever.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

He loved that he was dark and mysterious he did not care if nobody else was a fan, he actually saw it as a great uniqueness that he was a counter to their overly bright world. "Gorgor" he scoffed "the light is back now so what?" He looked at the most beautiful serene before him and felt utmost disgust. All the time, his golden orbs were squirted because he felt like the light was actually too much for him. If he was being real, the darkness they had just escaped from were the best times of his life.

' But, knowing she couldn't do anything about it, she just sighed and let her eyes keep themselves busy with wondering around the dark-themed office. The walls of the office were painted black, the windows were black. His work station and everything in it were black. Other than Darien's complexion, no other colors could be found in the office because even his tuxedo was of the same color and it made Zee wonder if he was related to the devil. That was all she could make of it. She imagined herself asking him if he was related to the devil and she thought of the exact look he'd give her and it made her shudder. Her eyes began to wonder around again, but they got bored at just staring at the sa

, he grumbled. Bartimaeus hummed, "I couldn't say. Most leaders shine red, and the gifted lot that masters it in six months usually shine with a soft silver color", he hummed, "Anyway, your grandmother shined a distinct Dark Green color, it's not a bad color, but the connotations of the color usually belong to ambition, greed, jealousy. The lighter color that's not clouded with Darkness, means, growth, wellness, fertility, safety and harmony", he explained. "The darkness, what color is that?" Sasha asked curiously. "Black?" he asked pointing out the obvious.

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost