Dark Disturbing Quotes Novels & Stories

“You can walk out of this room and disapprove of my orders, but I will assure you that by tomorrow morning, your malpractice report will hit the news pages, or you can follow my orders and I will consider it even. There is no debt of gratitude between us.” Lucas raised a glass filled with dark red liquid and drank it down, while Garry was silent while looking down. “Your choice,” said Lucas.

Because if he had, then it meant someone, at last, had glimpsed the truth of me. The other one cleared his throat softly, breaking the tension. His tone was lighter, but careful. “Madam,” he said, almost conversationally, “complete darkness can be beautiful too.” I blinked at him, surprised. My voice came out quieter than I intended. “How so?” He gave a small, almost rueful smile. “It is said that without the dark, we can’t see the stars.” The answer was simple. But something in it tugged at me. The faintest smile ghosted my lips, bitter but genuine for a heartbeat. “I’m afraid there’s nothing else left to see for me in this world.”

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.

“Do you have any idea? You’re an artwork, Iris. The kind painters ruin their lives trying to capture. That curve of your jaw... the sheer, stupid defiance in your eyes. It’s intoxicating.” A wave of nausea hit me. “You’re a fucking pervert,” I snapped. He didn't flinch. He just leaned in closer, his shadow falling over me like a shroud. “I’m going to punish you in ways your small mind can’t even begin to imagine,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re going to beg, Iris. You tried to drag me into the light, but you forgot one thing — this city thrives in the dark. And I am the darkness.”

"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 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.

“Well, that’s new.” The painting portrayed a woman pointing a flashlight into a dark corner only to illuminate a man who was holding up his hand to shield himself from her. The poor dude looked as if he had an abundance of hair, long mane, shaggy beard and all. Or maybe it was a bear, not a man. I wasn’t sure. But he definitely didn’t want her looking at him. The quote next to the painting read: Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

“Why are you laughing? Is my name that funny?” “How isn’t it funny? There’s a saying that the day will never understand the darkness of the night. Look at your name. Dayton Night? Are you the night that admires the light of the day? You’d better not admire the light of day anymore. Can’t you just remain in the darkness of the night?” She did not know if she had said something wrong or triggered his nerves. Anyway, the man’s languid expression changed at once.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination. Despite my revulsion, I found myself helpless to shake the vivid, disturbing images that haunted my every waking thought. The thoughts were repulsive at best, but The Darkness wouldn’t stop… and I couldn't either. Raphael's finger trailed along the golden crescent moon mark on my cheek, sending a jolt of pleasure intertwined with a searing burn coursing through my body.