Dark Fiction Books Novels & Stories

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The authority he carried in the classroom was nothing compared to the raw, commanding presence he held over me in the dark of this room. A slow, breathless laugh bubbled up in my throat as I met his unyielding gaze, the truth of what had just happened settling into my mind. I finally fucked professor Dickson. And he fucked me so good that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I'm going to keep coming back to fuck him again and again.

“It’s healed." “Okay, so you meant you weren’t kidnapped or anything? You left the room yourself?” Annabelle asked Daniel as she sat beside him on the couch. The had made their way back to Tisha’s house and everyone changed and refreshed. It was already in the early hours of the morning and no one felt like sleeping again. Daniel had changed into a black T shirt and blue Jean shorts and was sipping from a Tea cup of coffee. “ Yeah.” Daniel said, dropping the coffee and leaning back to rest his head. “ It felt so weird. During my time of ..well..slumber if we can call it that, I saw my self in a forest and in front of me was a bat.”

~This is a two part book. This is Eve's story.~ I was just getting back from my last class of the semester and I wandered into my apartment to look for something to eat. It was after 9 at night and my roommate Violet was out with her boyfriend. I saw a huge pile of mail on the counter and began to pick through it while I waited on my frozen dinner in the microwave.

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever. I felt like the Little Mermaid, fresh on her new legs, each step a dance on blades. Was that what being alive felt like? Death seemed better. That was what I thought until the bleeding started, a faint seep from my wounds. Francis pulled away, fixing the chaos of the bed. "You'll see," I whispered. "See what?" "The real me." I threw the covers off and got up, my legs barely holding me. However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time.

Seven days since his dark eyes had traveled slowly up her body before meeting hers with a knowing smirk. "That's an intimate placement," he'd said, his voice like gravel and sin. "You sure you can handle it?" The double meaning hadn't been lost on her. Now, standing outside "Ink and Sin" at 7:45 PM....the last appointment of the night....Maya took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The shop was exactly as she remembered: dark walls covered in flash art, the smell of antiseptic and ink, heavy metal playing low through the speakers. But it was empty now. Just her and....

But when she pulled a condom out of her dessert drawer and threw it to me, it was high time for me to go home - without a condom. I spent the evening in my room over my books and the new journal that Historia brought out every month. But as soon as I crawled under my covers to sleep, my thoughts were back on Nick and his brother. That didn't change either when I sat sleepily in the kitchen over my cereal the next morning while Uncle Roderick turned the toast in the toaster into coal again. "You shine so brightly today," he remarked. As always, he missed the burnt smell that wafted through the kitchen.

I nodded when raised his brow. "Thank you, Sir," Blake said with a lopsided smile as he looked at Daddy, concerned. I let out a chuckle when they started moving their heads like they're communicating with each other without talking. "Hey, Blake, let's go upstairs first," I said and he nodded. "Yeah, I think I need to pee." He mutters quietly before we walked towards the stairs. OOPS, SORRY TO CUT THE SCENE! JUST WANT TO INFORM YOU GUYS THAT I WILL PUBLISH A WEREWOLVES GENRE BOOK SOON! HERE'S THE PROLOGUE!💛