Dark Disturbing Novels & Stories

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

I've seen it before but for some reasons, my memory decided to show off at that moment. The bartender poured her a drink, and they talked quietly. From my corner, I could only catch fragments of their conversation, something about nightmares, about needing rest. The woman seemed troubled, her eyes scanning the bar nervously every few minutes as if she sensed someone watching. Smart girl. I sank deeper into the shadows of my corner, grateful for the poor lighting. I studied her as she talked with the bartender. There was something almost fragile about her. Dark circles under her eyes, a pallor to her skin that spoke of sleepless nights. Yet there was a strength there too—in the set of her jaw

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 59 ***** Sanctify saw herself in a dark forest with loud chippings and horrifying sounds which became louder at every step she took. Surprisingly she wasn't fazed or scared about anything as she boldly walked with a particular sense of direction and blood lust taking over her. What's working with her? She couldn't tell, it was as if she was being hypnotized with a force that can't be denied as she went nearer to her prey, a sharp dagger in her left hand as her long dark clothes danced freely from the impact of the air.

Replaced with murderous intent and darkness. Max gulped, shaking his head frantically as his frame trembled. Just that dark aura that surrounded Damien was enough to bring him down to submission in an instant, even when he was already in trembling. His stomach churned at the thought of being tortured by Damien. He had heard stories about it and his brutal methods and he really didn't want to be on the receiving end of it.

All the while his figure continued to come in and out of focus like a broken disc. “I… I'm going to… kill you…” I rasped. Then, the darkness swallowed me. . . . SEBASTIAN — Later That Night I woke up to darkness. Not the kind you fall asleep in, wrapped in sheets, comforted by silence—but the kind that makes your skin crawl. The kind that reminded you too late that you weren’t meant to be here. My head throbbed. I blinked up at the dim flicker of a streetlight, hazy at first, until it solidified into something familiar. That damned park light. The one by the edge of the lot. Yellow, dying, always buzzing like it had something to say but couldn’t get the words out.

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

IT’S JUST YOU AND ME AND THE DARK AND WE’RE GOING TO BE HERE FOREVER AND EVER, JARRED. FOREVER AND EVER. “N-no,” Jarred whimpered as he cowered against the truck, “g-get a-way!” “What’s wrong, Jarred?” the thing cooed. “Is it because I’m not Angela? Not a fat little secretary to screw just because you can?” “S-stop it!” he screamed, hands groping for something, anything, “STOP IT!” Darkness covered parts of Its face and the desire pulsing through his guts almost convinced him she was whole, desirable and fresh. But weak light from the cab illuminated a slip of decaying, leathery skin; enough to hint at the phantasmal reality hiding in the shadows.