Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

“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

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

He exploded putting Clancy in an endless thought of suspense. ☆☆☆☆☆ Australia Dark Forest Dark Forest is a rural locality in the Wollongong and Wollondilly Shire local government areas. At the 2016 census, it had a population of 115. It is home to the Dharawal National Park and also features several farms. But recently, it has become the ruthless and most dangerous forest in the country known only to belong to the weirdest and ruthless of all creatures in existence, the Werebeasts. Although, not all Werebeasts are dangerous and callous but the particular dark forest is not just a playground to creatures of the night, it is an abandoned spotland for lawless creatures not within the jurisdicti

So I sat at my desk and got back to work on the computer. It didn’t take too long after that when I finally found something on the dark web. “Dad.” I said. “What?” He asked, looking up. “Vampires are talking. I don’t think they’re involved in what is happening. But they know about what’s going on.” I explained. “What do they say?” He asked, walking over to my desk. “That it’s not an isolated incident. One says that the country will be more aware by the time they hit the second town.” I said.

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.

I had called him mad in the past, and perhaps I knew some part of him was unhinged, but not like this. He had let the white bull in, had let true Darkness in. I wondered why I hadn’t sensed it or felt that crippling feeling of dread when he was near. He wasn’t Camille, that was for sure. A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what Darkness might do to someone as powerful as Dain. I’m weak even as I write this, and though I want to burn this book and destroy it’s remains, I must document my failure. I thought I could finish what I had started all those years ago, but I had miscalculated.

I started marching in the direction of my apartment. There was no need for silly imaginary dark smoking figures and people with funny eyes or funny voices that only I saw. I was the problem. My fear of the dark was a problem, too. I was so chalked full of problems I should just end it all.

😂❤️ I’ve decided to make the chapters in each collection longer so you can spend more time with the characters, experience the tension, get more steamy moments, uncover the secrets, and really get lost inside every story. So please… keep your toes up! 👀😂🔥 Because I may have added a few twists here and there that you definitely weren’t expecting. 😏🌚🖤 Just when you think you understand what is happening… I might turn everything upside down. 👀💀 I want Dark Tales of Midnight to be the kind of book that makes you say, “Okay, just one more chapter…” and then suddenly realize it’s 2 a.m. 😂😭🌙