Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

In a village in the interior of the Darkwood forest, the residents flocked to close all the doors and windows of their houses as tightly as possible once the night fog fell. They extinguished the oil lamps and candles. No light, no sound. Everyone was silent and closed their eyes. Two little girls of a farmer's daughter lay on the bed terrified. They continue to attach the body to the mother. The little girl's hands gripped the hem of her mother's clothes tightly. "I'm afraid of the dark," whispered one of the little girls.

He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?" I smiled at him, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. I remember the day I'd discovered here like it was yesterday. A bunch of kids had kept accusing me of dyeing my hair and telling me how ugly I was with red. Not like I thought they were lying but it just made me so sad to think they saw it too. I always thought I was invisible, having to live in fear at Uncle's place and moving away. This was my new start and a different path. I'd agreed to go down this path because then, I'd be more capable to catch my parents murderers, to know more about happen

Diego, Xavier, and Fiona cried together, their voices a raw symphony of terror and heartbreak. "No, Lyra. No, Henry. No one but I rules," I declared, my voice dripping with cold finality. But I was gone. Only darkness remained—thick, consuming, and alive with a sinister promise, a chilling maw whispering of endless torment, a hollow void pregnant with unseen horrors. The shadows seemed to pulse, as if breathing—watching—waiting. The air thickened with a cold, primal dread, as if the world itself recoiled from the encroaching abyss. And within it, something terrible stirred, unseen but felt—a promise of suffering yet to come.

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

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_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

The heavy wooden door had thudded shut behind me, and now the sound of the iron bolt sliding into place felt like a death sentence. I was trapped. The air inside that place was thick and hot, smelling of dried blood, burnt sage, and something sweet and rotting. It made me shiver. A few small candles flickered on the stone floor, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. The light seemed weak against the darkness. I couldn't see him. The room was a circle of darkness, and the silence was so heavy it made my ears ring. But I felt eyes on me. It was like they could see right into my soul.

“You can’t be sad while looking at the beauty of the universe. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take your mind off things.” I snorted. “Oh yeah, like what? Tell me about black holes.” “Now that you mentioned it,” he leaned over closer, his lips and beard grazing the lobe of my ear. Suddenly, my panties were flooded with warmth and wetness. His large hand slid over my belly, to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning them. “I love black holes.”

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

"My sister went insane thinking about it. She wanted power. She wanted what I had. She was crazy about being powerful so she tried to kill me one night but luckily my parents caught her and sent her to jail. There they came to know that her mental health is not stable. She had an obsession with making everyone bow before her. She wanted everything. She wanted to become inevitable. She seemed like a psycho for power and money. So they decided to send her to a mental hospital." " There she got treatment for 3 years and when I turned 15 and you entered our house. That unforgettable night she kidnapped me." He stopped again talking when the horrifying events of that night started appearing in fr