Dark Designs Novels & Stories

Zoire said. Erimense took a deep breath,he was feeling uneasy with the story he just heard. "Mother,are you saying that the ages of darkness will come again?". He asked. Zoire nods her head. "Yes Erimense,but nobody knows how close it is already". She said,as she walked out of the sanctuary. Erimense took a step closer,to touch the paintings on the wall.Fear shuddered down his spine.Somehow,the more he looked at the picture,the more fear gripped his bones.

After entering his pad, he made the girl sit on the long sofa before going to the terrace to call her father. Natasha looked around inside Dark’s condo. She thought it was just his name that was dark. But as well as the place. It is dark everywhere she looks because the color of the wall is also painted black. He has a few things inside. Aside from that, the sofa is also black. Travis was suddenly worried because of what Dark announced. The engagement between his daughter and the young man is not yet official, but it looks like Rex’s opponent has given a hint about it. But why is his daughter the target?

Walking down again into the mausoleum, the dark hallway that's not at all dangerous swallows me up again as I pass through it. It's like that dark magic that Machiv was talking about. Not necessarily dangerous, just the perception of it, I suppose. I've been somewhat scared of the dark since I was young, but gradually have come to learn through my life that it's nothing dangerous about it. Dark Magic might imply that too in it's basic concept. It's not the dark itself. It's what the dark is used by, what inhabits it, that could possibly be sinister. It's not the deep shadows themselves that want that, maybe never could want it to begin with.

“Anything from domination, humiliation, to more intimate exchanges, including sex. But remember—you only do what you’re comfortable with.” We step further in, and the space unfurls around me like a hidden, dark fantasy brought to life. The room is vast and dimly lit, with low chandeliers casting a rich amber glow over velvet lounges, polished mahogany tables, and lush rugs. The colors are deep and seductive—shades of burgundy, obsidian, and dark emerald, muted enough to give the space an air of secrecy. Shadows linger in every corner, giving glimpses of movement without fully revealing details, preserving a sense of mystery.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

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.

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

“You can never defeat me.” Without giving Darkness a chance to react, he turned into his wolf, pushing Darkness back a few feet away. His wolf was huge, eyes glowing white with obsidian fur that could consume any light. He bent into a fighting position, menacing as he growled at Darkness. Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play.