Dark Disturbing Novels & Stories

He only but growls as he grunts, "You do know what is happening here?" Well, did I not say that the man is dumb, "My dear Connor, I would not be asking if I knew myself. Now, what is this thing that you are mumbling about?" "The Darkness." I look at him and only but shake my head, "Yes, we all know it is dark, my dear man, it turned evening an hour ago if you perhaps missed it." He only snaps at me, "I am not referring to that, Sebastian. His eyes." "Well, let me point the obvious," I wave my hand over to where Roberto is almost like hovering over his prey, "The man has dark eyes; we all have seen it."

Chapter 62: Jarrel’s Darkness The vast, opulent room was shrouded in shadows, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shapes on the walls. Jarrel lay alone on his king-sized bed of a grand oak, his posture rigid, as if the weight of his own darkness had crystallized into a physical burden. The cool night breeze whispered through the slightly ajar window, bringing with it the distant, mournful cries of the night creatures. Yet, the room was still, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall—a cruel reminder of the passage of time and the heavy price he had paid for it.

Dante laughed and laughed like a maniac and only the darkness surrounded him. *** Deep within the hideout, the air hung heavy with malevolence. Claire, trapped in her restraints and confined within a dark cage, could sense the presence of evil all around her. She strained her senses, trying to make sense of her surroundings and find a way to escape. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Cassandra, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice, emerged from the shadows. Her form seemed to meld with the darkness itself, making her an ominous figure in the dimly lit room.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

At least due to the fact that the former head of the Order of Darkness in the hands of potential enemies is too dangerous a weapon. Tossing and turning from side to side, she couldn't sleep. The clock had long struck midnight, and Rick was still gone. As long as he doesn't get stuck. Echoing her thoughts, the front door slammed. She put on a bathrobe and went down to the first floor. Rick sat in total darkness and sniffed sullenly. Even from afar, she could smell alcohol and blood. He looked up at her, and Venira was dumbfounded by the picturesquely painted face of the dark one.

“He’s not done with us yet.” Cassie nodded, her hands still shimmering with water energy. “I can feel it too. Something dark is coming.” As if summoned by their fears, the ground trembled beneath them, and a dark portal erupted into existence behind Drax. The swirling vortex emitted an eerie light, casting elongated shadows that danced ominously around the clearing. From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares.

"It's not dangerous, I swear. It's a low-dose sedative, it just—she would've been fine, I just wanted—" I punch him again. “I need a name!” “It’s GHB!” He produces urgently. “It was a low dose, I swear—” I slam his head back against the floor before punching him again. The anger coming out of me right now is not the kind I'm used to. I'm used to cold anger, controlled, the kind I can easily put down when I'm finished with it. This is different. This is an old type of anger that comes from somewhere dark, somewhere I stopped visiting years ago, those years before I knew how to channel it into something useful, when the feel of bone breaking under my knuckles was the only thing that made the w

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

DAMIAN She is right there in the darkness when I close my eyes, crying, waiting on me in that silk nightdress. What was a head full of curls is now matted with grease and decline. Like the previous, I dash into our bedroom and skid to a halt when she turns away from the window. The stream of moonlight casts a deathly glow on her pale skin marred by self-inflicted bruises. She takes measured steps towards me, muttering her discomfort about having to wait for hours to see me.