Dark Disturbing Novels & Stories

However, the inferiority complex and embarrassment that covered it all obscured her true feelings, making Morana unable to judge the situation properly. She felt like there was a murky cloud that covered her mind and eyes, she couldn’t think and see clearly and everything seemed so bleak for her. There was no future… The next morning when the sun was shining brightly, Morana had just woken up, crying for hours completely draining her emotions and energy. She felt lethargic. Morana stretched out her hand on the bed next to her but couldn't find the figure she was looking for, thus, she opened her eyes slowly, but then closed them again because the bright sunlight made her dizzy and her eyes h

Malrik stirred it absently, his mind already envisioning the chaos it would unleash. The estate itself seemed to respond to his dark energy. The creaks of the structure grew louder, the shadows more pronounced. A faint scratching sound emanated from somewhere deep within the walls, as though the building itself harbored secrets. Malrik’s ears twitched at the noise, but he dismissed it, his focus unyielding. "Soon," he whispered, his claws gripping the edge of the table so tightly that the wood splintered under his strength. The fire flared briefly, as if in response to his dark resolve, before settling back into its steady crackle.

Ariana’s POV The chamber floor kept shaking beneath us.The glowing cracks spread farther across the stone, dark energy rising from the broken symbols like smoke from a cursed fire. It was black, not normal black. This darkness looked alive. It twisted upward in long, curling shadows, moving like it was breathing. Lucan staggered backward, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “What the hell did we unleash?” he muttered.Orion’s face had gone pale. His eyes stayed fixed on the darkness. “A sealed spirit,” he said quietly.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate. “I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead,” Kate replied. I gasped; is she kidding me? “No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!” I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake! I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Amby? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

I turned back again and tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger with each step I took. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream right in front of me. I froze, unable to move or breathe as a ghastly shadowy apparition materialized before me. It had a pale, almost translucent body that seemed to flicker in and out of existence but it was dark , like the shade of coal. I was rubbed my eyes hard to determine if it was real or I was imagining. But the apparition let out another ear-piercing scream before disappearing into thin air, almost hitting me on my forehead as I fell back on the ground , screaming.

I could feel how eager he was to get answers but unfortunately, we couldn't satisfy ourselves to get an accurate and a hundred per cent sure answer. I sighed, thinking about all the devious things going around. Dark Summoner was truly terrifying and I couldn't even imagine how dark their powers could reach. "I think it doesn't happen completely random. Darkesta attacks the more vulnerable one. The one who's emotionally unstable or at least sad. I heard that most of the affected were young and were dealing with some kind of problems. Darkesta could easily reach the weak spot of those vulnerable around." "But Vilka isn't vulnerable nor sad," I uttered. "We're happy before all of this."

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.

"I haven't been eating. My blood sugar must be low." Dark finally withdrew his hand, but he didn't move away. He sat on the edge of the sofa, looming over her. "I watched you during that video call. You were coherent. You were focused. Then, the moment I touched you, you collapsed. Are you that repulsed by me, Iza? Or is your body trying to tell me something your mouth is too stubborn to admit?" "I’m just tired, Dark. Please. Let me go to sleep." "No."